Tension
Sitting at my kitchen table in the chair with a broken leg,
My ice cream hits the spot,
The pitter patter of foot steps comes from behind
Before I know it the broken leg is kicked out my arms swipe the bowl of ice cream of the table,
On my back and glass everywhere,
Mark laughs,
Anger rushes through me; I grab a piece of glass and chuck it
Yelling in pain with glass in his shoulder
I realize what I did and quickly apologize
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