It was a fabulous day, until it was not.
Like the sun shining strong on a vulnerable face,
the warmth of love beams with a chuckle.
Brighter than light the heat beats relentless
when at dusk, the knifing occurs…
Blood flows steady to the music of adrenaline
as anger builds up to its final destruction.
And, victim to his own rage, his soul sighs in utter anguish
even as he battles invisible tears with fresh hatred.
The room is empty and frozen,
yet it feels like the whole world is watching;
this display of explosive ferocity,
lit by the spark of one deformed thought.
It was a peaceful morning, until it was not.
A question swerves, then he snaps,
and an avalanche of curses escapes
from sensuous lips set far too tight for comfort.
Shrieking in tongues while we all fall down…
All of these two, crowded close in the cavern,
embrace involuntarily, and breathe
with hideously focused concentration.
How can a room lack in oxygen
when its windows gape open with slack-jawed remorse?
Precipitation distresses the landscape, and silently floods
a thin stream of soul-scars freshly erupted,
from which no sound can issue.
But, now since the lava has hardened and cooled,
he can look back with wonder,
at how fantastically time saves him from himself.
After all, he wasn’t the one to blame, and…
It was an enchanting nightmare, was it not?
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