Tuesday, August 4, 2009


A fury boils
Just beneath the surface
Taunting, testing
Pushing buttons, boundaries
The pressure builds
The anger grows
The final straw
Pushes her into
An eruption fierce enough
To shame a volcano
Her words burn like
Molten stone
Her tears sting like ash
Months of anger
Built upon years of anger
All flowing forth
With the fury of the lahar
As her fury subsides
We gaze upon the path of destruction
The sun will shine with blood
Come morning

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