eye of rage

in the eye of rage; words

spun from my tongue, like

sharpened daggers aimed for

the crux of her soul; oblivious

to suffering, it made an apt return

into my own- misled by all thought

of former absolution; the truth of

another’s pain; merged quietly,

into my bones; signalling forgiveness.

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