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Angry

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Published: April 5, 2012
Hands wrapped tight around his throat
The two freeze
She breathes harshly
He stares calmly

They both know that if she got the chance
He'd be dead
She'd be free
They'd be over

Neither of them is more afraid
Than her because
He can just walk
And she'll crawl

His condescending smile sends her over the edge
Towards murder
Towards freedom
Towards insanity

He scream mocking at her when her eyes close
Wakes her when she rests
Taunts her ever breath
And wishes for her death

Or maybe it is her wishing and hurting him
They can't tell
We don't know
No one cares

Since before anyone had eyes to see
They've been dancing
Trying desperately
To pull free

They want free of each other
Of this world
Of life
And death

Unfortunately, all of us want free
None of us more badly
We're all equals
And equally lost

Abruptly, she no longer is frozen
And takes a swing
Hitting him again
Across the face

He has taken a hit before and smiles
She's hit him
His father has
His mother has

He doesn't care if they keep swinging
Because she will
Because he will
Because the world will

When she's finally hit him enough to draw blood
To make /her/ muscles ache
To make everything hurt
They stop together

Once again, they freeze together
His hand on her
Her hips
Holding her

Maybe there is something more than violence there
Affection couldn't be
Protection is a possibility
Unity is the answer for me

Today, she is winning their little war
Her violence taking over
His gentle romance fading
And it is showing

Tomorrow, he may come out on top
And I'll be him
More masculine
And sweeter

But for today, I am here because she is winning
And I am feminine but harsh
And maybe, just a trifle
Angry
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© 2012 - 2019 Muzica-chan
I've been favoring this style lately. I thought I would share it with you, my loves.

Eric and Erica making another appearance in my head~ They'll be dancing together forever, until they are dead.
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mgless's avatar
No problem, I'm glad to see you writing more. :D
ellyemma's avatar
... I like this
I could see this whole poem like a movie playing inside my head
you really have a gift playing with words like that !
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x3 I am glad that the imagery came across well. :3
ellyemma's avatar
I'm glad you posted something ...how are ya ?
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