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Ambushed






Ambushed

 

Emerald eyes narrowed,

purple lips twisted,

The Tirade traps me.

 

Mocking . . .

Blaming . . .

Cutting!

 

Piercing . . .

Bruising . . .

Ripping!

 

Exploding rage into me,

smearing shame onto me,

hovering --- triumphant .

 

Ecstatic,

The Jealous Rant is spent . . .

sated,

smiling,

offering me a cigarette.

 
 
Jan Hamlett

 

 

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