Hate didn’t have to blow my house down,

Initially, I only cracked the door to be polite.

The pitch was smooth and rapid, and I unconsciously

Relaxed the hold on the door-

somehow he glided in.

Eyes appraising,

He brought up a variety of subjects.

Some triggered a bulging vein and a shadow over my eyes.


Somehow he never quite left, and the initial conversation we had

Spawned a wildfire in my blood, a neural groove that gradually pushes aside all others.

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