Words are seeping out quickly

Her anger I cannot see
Her displeasure I hear only from you
The words stab the wounds that were never there

Chains of wood
Breakable, but unyielding
To me, to only me

Come and catch me
Before I stumble
Over the forgotten two by two

What would you say
If she in a mindless tornado
Flung here on my path?

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