Everything

by Dacey Flame   Mar 1, 2008


Everything
Lies in it's place
So carefully, cautiously put
to the dot, exact
The examiner breathes in.
A smile of delight,
The art of
Perfect memorization.
The mess
Constructed and thought
Upon entering
Search and reveal
One drawer slightly ajar.
Inappropriate.
A dark rage, tantrum.
Suppress screams.
Fists, fight, bite, attack.
Still can't believe
You ransacked
My sanctuary.
I hate you.

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