Midweek Fight-Night - A Poem / by daintydora

Midweek fight-night
is nothing
like date-night.
Instead screams
steal reason
from equilibrium;
distorted
temper frays
vile words
astray,
splintering
them through the air.
A suffocation of tears
roared out
released,
endured,
extinguish
the brittle dialogue of hearts.
Slammed doors
replace lipstick romance.
Tart talk
the provocation
only
of rage.
No,
Midweek fight-night
is nothing
like date-night.