He shouts
And screams
He throws
Fists and things
His face burns red with rage…
And they fly towards you
The words
The hands
The random things
But not at you…
Never aimed at you
Rage
To break the wall
To break it, not you
To shatter the glass
So he can tear it down
So he can hold you
And build you back up, and him too
And hold you, again
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