Denial

He saw her bruises and was concerned;
She was a fireplace soaked in gasoline.
But this time her eyes struggled for a dry spell
and her white hands trembled
like lace in the wind.

          Was it fair to condemn?
He feared knots and snarls
He distrusted complication

          He built a wall
and told her to kiss it
or walk away.

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