Your words
Loud
Angry
I can tune them out but its not enough
There’s an acrid green smoke spewing from between your lips with every word
Its around me
curling
twisting
teasing
before enveloping
[my soul]
Furious
Evil
Painful
But whats worse
[your eyes]
penetrating and cold
spelling out the truth that even the smoke couldn’t convey…
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