The tendrils of fear linger as the scene replays,
Worry of words said upon long ago days.
Nausea swirls, blood pressure rises, the tears being to pool.
Breathing deeply sometimes helps to stay feeling like a fool.
Typing with fury the words on the screen express the anger inside,
Tear drops fall down freely, there’s no point in them to hide.
Wiping away the evidence, eyes only slightly red.
The goal now to finish the day and climb back into bed.