Pressing all the buttons
A laugh stumbles out
And then tears.
Weeping like a blender with
Too many ingredients
Whirling.
Folding to a fist full
Primal, visceral
Frozen hot.
Nature's weaponry
Unholstered and
Fully loaded.
If anger is cold whisky
Rage is a long island iced tea
Sucked down and building.
Bursting forth burning acid
Destroying its vessel first
Before moving on.
Consuming impatiently
Yet content to sit and wait
Biding time to show teeth.
Biting not to swallow
Drinking not for thirst
Full of emptiness.
Rage is everything but happy
And in that there is a wild joy
Comfort in familiar pain.
Numb in every feeling
Like a wave crashing into its self
Just to crash again.
Uncontrolled
Bitten lips
And then quiet.
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Kiki Le Tigre
Kiki Le Tigre is a part-time poet, part-time human, committed to honest self expression. This expression is made public in hopes of inspiring others, or creating a connection point for those who may feel lost. Email: [email protected]
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