I Strip Away The Day

The rage goes unsaid and unexpressed,

even as I strip away the day, get undressed.

A hot shower quickly loses light, turns cold,

and I have words of kindness forever untold.

I lay in bed, still wet, shivering, wrapped up tight.

I might dream of her, that bright angel, again tonight.

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