“I’m over it!
I’m through!
Done! Kaput!”
We fume, and we fester
we rave…rant and
stand up on soapboxes
we call our friends
paint the town red
and shout at passerby’s
we pull our hair
make putty of our face
and pound walls
we kick anything available
throw dishes or cups
and stomp like a child
we blame the sky
scream every profanity
and yell till we turn blue, and…
s i l e n c e
we then breathe
at first quickly and then--
slower as our blood cools
And then we realize
Just how much that outburst
Drained us…of… us
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