another cloud of anger
floats like red smoke from your mouth
the carpet returns my stare
 and the stage is set again

it's time to speak my lines
i shuffle the script in my hands
and steel myself from shaking
to address the curtains behind you

i rehearse another apology
i'm sorry is the beat of my heart
clockwork steady, so i know
if it stops, so has the show
Written by GreaterPeril (Jared from the Backwoods)
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