Spewing

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I
scream your
name with rage.
Mordacious words
escape my mouth. The high-decibel sound
waves of my hostile screams slam into the
walls. I’m seething,
breathing hard,
wrathful.
Hot!

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Why, Yes. I’m Parched.

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Liquid

I

drink a

sip to quench

dryness in my throat.

Refreshed again, no more yuck cotton mouth.

 

Thanks for the inspiration, Ben! This was a fun challenge. 🙂