Avalanche

Rapid breaths take hold
While whipping words
Pummel the air around me.
Frustration folds space
Until it becomes your reality.
Over and over are the unseen
Reactions and flinches from
Uncontrolled waveforms of
Doppler patterned speeches.
The familiar clenching
And wrenching paint patterns
Of systolic sublimation, yet
Their hidden elements lay
Dormant no longer since the
Crevasse has been exposed.

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