You threw your words at me, to make me throw words back at you
fusing energy into
Negetive energy so strong it made the electric fuse
each zap of left over electric made a dish fly or a stomp of feet
a flicker of light with a shirt grab a slap to put out the light a punch of
darkness to end with tears and gasped air
one last flicker as the electric fuses out.
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