Woman on the edge
His anger leaves deep imprints
On the edge of her emotions
A turmoil of fractured feelings
He highlights her so-called sins
And as the well of withering words
Dries on lips of blurted blame and torrid shame
Her heart still drips raw shards of love
For the one who strips her, playing his game
Love lingers on each tortured tear
Leaked through pulsing lids as cheeks are bathed
In a small act of dignity and spirited defiance
She only weeps when he’s not near
As proximity mars her actions
All thoughts are enslaved
Bleeding internally
With a helpless, hopeless, resigned compliance
She loves his rage
She hates his rage
Until she decides to turn the tide
On this volatile relationship page
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