Silence shatters; violent eruption of rage.
Fury surges forward taking no prisoners.

Agitated bluster, like a fist raised in anger.
All bark and no bite? Who can decide

when foundations are shaking, imagined or not,
tremors travel inward, fear fragile as glass —

transparent enough to reflect the nightmare,
no less frightening because it’s familiar.

Doesn’t mean it belongs here.

#NaPoWriMo2020 #Day13

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