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
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