Heat Wave

Heat Wave

Seething innards
Flying off handles
Flashes panned

Foaming at mouth, unashamedly
Eavesdropping on every mouthed ounce
Bits between teeth, ready to pounce

Hastily flung scathing comments
With merely half content in hand
Fallout eggs made fine face packs

Heated air, hotter repartees
Unwell, thinly veiled barbs
Sit uncomfortably in our midst

Calmly calming self, firmly
Holding on to bitten back words
Why fan at the ready, conflagration


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