A fire of iced fury explodes;
suppressed anger, accumulated emotion.
It burns through thought with murderous intent,
venting frustrations of cornered hurt:
accusations, destruction, abominations,
tyranny, taunts, lies...
Humiliated and demoralised, ensnared by seething injustice,
blinded by rage and the tears,
coursing unchecked down a stricken face,
like spontaneous streams of persistent rain.
Control forsaken, the kaleidoscope of baseless taunts cut
with knife-edge precision,
and pulsing revenge obliterates sense
with a vicious will to strike back.
The bait is seized, the trap sprung;
a startled retreat ensues from the backlash of consequences.
Shame is bitter company.
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