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Hot, angry words spew out
Crashing over her, into her
His frame fills the room
Acidic tirade raining down
Normally sky-blue irises now black
Enclosed within two reddening balls
Already cornered, head lowers, knees come up
Balling up, or donning armour
Either way, survival instincts kick in
This rage shows no sign of abating
Floods of worded barbs lash at her
Stinging her skin, her head, her heart
Then, the burn doused by a rush of adrenaline
A tiny voice fighting to be heard
Head up, standing tall, one word
Repeated: No
Strength growing, wrapped in a cloak of hope
She looks deep into those rabid eyes
Nothing remains, but one more word:
Goodbye.
