Slam
The door slammed. It had been slammed louder before along with the tinkling of falling glass. Slamming the door this time barely satisfied still simmering anger. “No mess to clean up this time”. Barely audible mutters stumbled behind her as she strode out the front door.
The argument, and it was the argument, had been short and with few words. This time. Any attempt at real communication had been lost long ago in vicious, gloves off sparring. Drowned out in hysterical volume. Beaten into submission by mean spirited language.
Who’s fault was it? Where did the argument start? When did it start? What was even the point of the argument? Too many words, too much emotion, power struggle....that was it. Power struggle. A struggle to be right. To be wrong hurt her soul in a uniquely crushing way.
Desperately wanting to turn back, her feet kept moving away.
“The irrationality of a thing is no argument against
it’s existence, rather a condition of it.”
~ Friedrich Nietzsche
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