Watching you apologise
is a seizure
taking form.
Smoke and red lava bellows
from an abyss of pride.
The pressure is too much,
capillaries almost explode,
your body grimaces.
Through the grit of your teeth you hiss
"Sorry."
As you walk away I wonder why the sea mirrors the sky?
Were the sky red, would the seas be red too?
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