Emotions simmer,

Sitting unobserved,

Out of sight out of mind as the saying goes,

Except things repressed

Continue to boil,

The pressure often below awareness,

Until one sunny day

One word

Or a look

Will bring the restraints crashing down,

The magma rising to the surface,

The explosion changing the landscape

Destroying friendships,

Marriages,

Perhaps a life ended without warning,

The one left not knowing what happened,

Not understanding the cold rage that came to life,

Its slumber over making up for lost time.

She was so nice, so quiet everyone said,

Who would have known what lay underneath

Perhaps never able to really trust another again

The knowledge that we are all dangerous

To much to absorb

Illusions ripped away by the tragedy