she glared at me
with eyes like poinsoned daggers
stabbing and intoxicating
what used to be a heart filled with friendship,
but now is vacant.
I grow nervous
sweaty palms
shortness of breath
the whole ordeal.
Then i begin to realize
this is more than tension.
My sweaty palms tighten and my fingers curl in
making a fist.
My breaths stay short but intensify.
What was once anxiety
is now vexation
calamity
hate.
I want to throw that first punch
but i wont.
I wont become what you are now,
a monster.
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