Recrimination

Oh yeah?
Well —

His face burned with unspent tears
until the steam building behind his eyes
threatened to split his face into
separate words
individual flaming sticks and stones
that would hit and destroy
where his clenching fists dared not try

He could feel the rumble of a coming explosion
juttering in his trembling cheeks
feel the heat building in his face
why was it not in his fists
but all in his face
displaying his fear
displacing his rage

Does he turn and swallow
and later bury his fist in his pillow
carry his anger
nurture it in layers of remorse
until he can strike softer targets
years later —

No, he yells
So there!

NaPoWriMo

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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