two rictus grimaces grimly grinning
in smiling simulacra of cordial convention
ignore former slights and abrogate the grating past
in a rubber-banded tension that cannot last
despite the determination to hold fast
rather than give the other the satisfaction
a smattering of still mattering, you nod and tightly turn
before the walls you constructed come clattering down
and the rage barely caged releases in rogue wave
before in enmity you drown
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