That’s an emotion, isn’t it?
Because it doesn’t always feel like one. It doesn’t feel like one right now. It feels like…
Like my body has become one with anger. I am anger personified
I am anger beaten into the shape of a human
Will it stop?
The kind of angry that does not show in
shaking fists and harsh words, spat, slick on your tongue,
say something that will make it okay again.
But I can’t.
Not when there is no guarantee.
No, no, this anger is the anger that pricks your eyes with
tears and tears your stomach,
knife in the gut. Angry.