Standing Before Me

Standing before me

Eyes locked
The hairs of energy rising

A look penetrating
Coming from that unthinkable part of you

Devoid of essence
Seldom have I felt

So much anger
In anyone

Topped down
From aura

To my toes
In that very instant

Piercing psyche
Wounded
I am weakened so


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