I probably should have let you finish your coffee before I spoke.

Sensors off the charts.
An earthquake of raw emotion beyond control.
Tectonic vibrations all over the kitchen.

Windows to the soul stained red from yesterday's burden.
It was there all along, I know you know that I know.

One barely visible membrane of composure is the last thing holding up the whole god ****** building.

Kinetic veracity.

POP

The dam might of held for one more day.

Seriously though, your a ***** in the morning.

Art.