A Woman Scorned

She’s so bitter, she’s poisonous.
She lives in a steel cube,
only there will she let her guard down.

Every step she takes
leave shoe-prints on the concrete ground.
There’s not mistaking where she’s been.

Every word she utters,
breaks glass and pushes back walls.
When she’s angry, volcanoes erupt.

Every thing she touches,
crumples like crumbs.
She’s vulnerable.


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