A night's walk through the neighborhood, around the block. Shared decisions, mutual choices, bags to carry. Warmth in a cup, piercing yet warm words rush forward. Concise, yet lengthy, their meaning condensed. Answers spew, like raindrops from an angry sky, falling upon kind ears, rushing forth as if afraid they'll be caught by a clamped jaw. Rushed out, the pain expelled before it can cut any further...
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cathartic
calming
cleansing.
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I sit exposed,
my clothes still on,
my heart ripped out,
what's inside expelled
through an open mouth.
an empty cup,
a loss of words,
an inner struggle,
trust, boundaries,
tested, questioned.
a morning, alone.
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