The room was bare and devoid of all colour

But for the face before me.

Flushed red with her anger

the words that filled the empty room clattered precariouosly,

their meaning lost long before their first utterance,

her face grew darker with every beat of frustration

and as it deepened, the less her words grew to mean,

The already grey room paled further before her wrath,

I knew I was it’s target, i

t’s quarry,

I was the reason for it’s being,

but I had already dismissed her words long before her mouth opened.