Stinging up feel.
Overcharged cables.
Anger ruptured the senses.
The heart incinerates.
Fists clench as rocks and compassion bleeds out,
leaving you empty.
Thirsty for a fight,
throats hoarse from shouting.
Names were named.
Hints were dropped.
Looks were exchanged.
Floors were mopped... with an unfortunate scapegoat.
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