55 Flash Fiction Friday - Insoluble

A borrowed pic, at odds with the poem?

An insoluble trickle of tears illuminating fears

leaked from past encounters licking scabbed

wounds.

Compounded by loneliness, tested in the

oven of ire, fired in the kiln of passion, eager

for recompense.

Bound by a pitiably unending framework

of emotions.

Tangled in cords unraveling

thread by thread each strand of

angry frustration...

desperate,

seeking revenge.

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