Lee Degnan - Nightly Storms Predicted....

There I sat
taking in the screaming deluge
of insults
Only he can drown me with...
Every mutterance
eroding away my love and all that
I've ever been,
utterly washed away by words...
There he pointed
as if his finger meant to stab at me
accentuating and cutting
and leaving me bleeding before him...
Ignited by my tears,
I watch as his liquid anger surged,
runneth over,
fascinated I am by his fixed hatred of me...
And as predicted...
the storm rolls away in a drunken stumble,
and door slams,
abandoning me, finally leaving me alone to bleed.

Lee Degnan

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