Her anger overwhelms the room
The energy fueling like a flame could spark at any moment.
Attempts to soothe…dribble and are seared into steam
Headphones bury the anger behind notes that attempt their own wave to quell the rising eruption.
At her most fearsome her loud words reign with dislike, frustration, and despair.
Yet her eyes, her eyes,
Are louder still and drown the rest of the turmoil pleading, “help”.
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