Beats

I sit like a metronome

Head straight and eyes swinging back and forth

As they argue ceaselessly in front of me

Until my head begins to ache:

Although I am not mechanical

Like the metronome I am losing momentum.

I measure heavy words and still heavier silence

Until the door slams shut with rage

After which I begin to count slowly towards the next outburst.

 

 

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