Tuesday, December 6, 2016

Afternoon peril

When my heart turns, it is time to leave
Mid-afternoon, mid-conversation
Suddenly, things turn negative
Reminiscing becomes regret
You know what happens
I turn on you with my emotional knife
Jealous, angry, confused
You are confounded
You are a bunny hiding in a furry blanket
I grab the pillow from underneath your head.

You fall

I despair.

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