Echoes in empty corridors.
The dank air springs with fists.
Walls ring with wrath.
Her wretched pride cowers under blankets waiting to be kicked.
Holding tight for comfort and clarity.
Violence burns so fast, quickening to the wick.
Fear-smacked paralysis sticks.
Lick after lick.
Hate kidnapped by love.
Sorry is enough.
The door bell rings.
He packed up his fists and heave ho'd long ago.
So she pulls herself together and goes.

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