Interesting. Looks like 'she' got fucked up. Came a little too close, pushed a little too hard, and got fucked up.
Of course, with your last line, I could also assume that you're the one that got fucked up.
"...A light flashes to intervene my tirade barricading death..." Maybe it was her that wanted to end you?
I'm led to this 'by her stance'. Her pompous walk to and fro, her attitude (you sure know how to pick em lol)
Obviously she's a strong woman, who speaks her mind.
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and she walk back to my face to match her mouth and nostrils with her anger
...DOOZEY! She's on fire!
Aaaand...iiiiiiit's oooooon! You show anger with pictures. You show conflict with atmosphere. You show resent with tone.
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and she laughs with the disdain of several hungry men outside a Wendy's
lol Bit of pop culture (if you can call Wendy's that) to show the reality of the situation, and also show us the immense scope of her hungry anger.
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...and she sidesteps the notion of harm to my person...
Ah, here we go. She took a step back. Why?
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remembering all the good pussy she wasted in moments of love taken for granted
That's why. Wasted wax-on/wax-off moments on her back lol. Silly girl. Typical.
Then the light flash.
I think it's you that got fucked up, right there and then.
Interesting piece 143.
You bring a typical situation of a couple fighting, out of suburbia, and land it in a poetic haven, where the chaos and nasty vibes are just as evident and alive as in your living room.
Entertaining read 143.
You always bring something different to the table.
I love it.