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Vexation

Writer: Tabatha JenkinsTabatha Jenkins

I wonder why

you never think I notice

when you hold your breath?

I can see the anger flicker across

as it ruffles your face

like wind through grass.

The storm brews on your brow,

making it's way

to your lips as they sink.

I can never decide

if you can be calmed.

The hurricane hardly ever quells

and I am merely a

stick in the sand

in your wake.

You can't see through the wind and rain

to notice that I am by your side.

You use the blaring rage

to cover the uncertainty

so that you cannot hear me

trying to tell you

there is no need.

Just breathe.

 
 
 

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