Pending

The latent danger of the unsaid and unresolved.

A clean slate
A narrow break
A chance to set to right
Volatile wrongs
Whose vapours hang in tendrils
Through the air
Hanging on in nail-biting dread
In anticipation of the spark
That will ignite the charged atmosphere
Into a blazing whirl of confusion
And sear everything for miles
With the heat of long pent up emotion.