Anger begins in the ears.
It is triggered by an off-hand word, and like a spark it ignites.
Your body is dry kindled tinder waiting to light.
Anger begins in the chest.
It sits among the vital organs. Bubbling. Seething. Corrosive.
It fuels the heart with gasoline, covering your insides with soot black scars.
Anger begins in the arms.
It drips down to twitching fingertips. Carving lines of venom
Pressing the ghosts of bones against see-through skin.
Anger begins in the eyes.
Acid burns out the colour. Stinging, fighting to escape.
Cutting lines across cheeks with hate-tainted water.
Anger begins in the mouth.
It fills with foul-tasting bile. Spat out in unkind words.
This is how it spreads, like a deadly corona ready to crown its next sorry victim.
Anger begins in the senses.
It seeps through sight, turns touch sharp, is heard in silence,
Taints words bitter to the taste and stinks of broken promises.
Anger begins.
When will it end?
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MikMacMeerkat
I spend so much time daydreaming I figured I should start writing it down.
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Powerful.