Passing aggression

The visit was sweet

Until it went sour

Bitterness brewed

And cut the binds

Life handed lemons

We offered to share

Not from the tree

But from our own

Words became twisted

Like the proverbial knife

Ties that bound

Sliced dangerously thin

To salvage what’s left

Away we must go

Before the tightrope snaps

Insults hurled

Shots fired

That can’t be taken back

So we leave

Guests un-welcomed

Perhaps time can heal

The passing aggression

Until then

We will let aggression pass

As we drive through the night

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