Rancor: A Poem of Love

As I watch you lying asleep in our bed,
Numerous scenarios run through my head.
Rampant ire,
Doused with fire,
I honestly can’t wait until you are dead.

“Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your hearth or burn down your house, you can never tell.” ~ Joan Crawford

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