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A swollen dark, purple cloud,
Across an innocent sky,
A head that turns too quick,
A disbelieving eye.
Hand against the morning Sun,
Words that strangle hopeful light,
A sharp subduing stare,
A fist raised to the night.
Twisting senses in the dark,
Silenced cries across the hall,
Salt streaking reddened skin,
Deafened ears to the call.
Fractured frame falls to the floor,
Closing door – a silent room,
A sated rage slumps down,
No tears inside the womb.
Swollen clouds, appeasing words,
False smiles wipe away the pain,
‘Till fear spills from the lip,
And anger once more reigns.