frustration

Frustration
has reached a boiling point
Bubbling over anger can no longer
Be contained
And all that was good inside this
Heart’s pot
Is lost to the sides
Steam is all that’s left
Of what was once love
And through these elemental
Alterations
Only remnants of scent
Remain

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