Poetry

Anger

I’ve seen it rage
In the red fist
of an agitated heart
.
Flow gradually like
grains of sand
into a scorpion’s hole
.
I’ve seen it singe
the edges of
trust,
smolder confidence
until it choked the air 
with acrid faith. 
.
Scream louder
than the
silence of
submission
.
I’ve seen it
shame a hummingbird
into clipping
her wings
.
Linger 
long enough
to constrict the
flow of love
.
I’ve seen it in me

anger

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