HURT
After the tiff there was a stiff silence till,
One word, flung in centre like a single stone
Starred and cracked the ice of her resentment
To its edge. From that stung core opened and
Poured up one outward and widening wave
Of eager and extravagant anger
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Her eyes red with fury and discontent
Blazed a perilous sneer to equal the frost
Yet, amid the wrath stood emptiness
Her rage spat lava
Then calm
Her love of him borne a river of stillness
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