How can this rage not explode? Her eyes
looking but not seeing, glued yet
wandering. She’s nowhere, she’s
everywhere, seeking refuge where
I don’t exist or where I
am dead or just a twig she feeds
to the flame, blue with her
wrath. She has mastered the contours of
my anger and I still grope along
the fence of her defense. Isn’t silence
sweet? Then why the muteness my voice
has summoned deafens me now?
Where is the shore of this howling
sea of reticence? How can a clever
plan fail? – trap her in a minor
encounter where even her faintest
meow is enough to unlock her
lies and the torrent of diatribes I have
long nurtured. But how can
I bear her empty stare? Her
frozen gaze that sets me ablaze?
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