her features sharpened to a knife’s edge
her voice given over to vinegar’s bite
her gaze still meets like the first freeze of autumn
she has no more reasons for softness’ pretense
the falseness of honeyed concern
once again she is free from usual constraint
keep close watch and take heed
else she might burn the house down around her
again, and as before laugh at the devastation
do you care if your children scream in the flames
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