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POETRY
Anger
Through a red haze of trembling
flames lick the collar, engulf the head
from the neck down a cold fury
grips and clenches, considering
(but only for a split second)
before it lashes out:
death by a thousand cuts for the soul
The new round of prompts from Paper Poetry for their National Poetry Month Poemorama is the A to Z of emotions. Check it out here:
Today I am sharing my offering for anger. Readers, thank you, and I hope this finds you *not* angry.
