Monday, 25 April 2005

'Rage', revisited
Tornadoes build inside me
Coils of dark clouds
twist around my heart
curling, tightening, cutting out all emotion and reason
My hands clench, claw, twitch until they are white
like the white-hot rage melting my happiness.
I want to smash a window, scream, rip all the hair off my head
I have no release
Anger fills me up like a torrent of electrified water;
tears up my insides
And I refuse to cry.
Lightning threatens to strike out from my fingertips,
or my mouth, but I won't let it.
Surely the storm will pass or wear itself out soon.
Surely a lonely little witch is allowed to be angry too...


~ posted by Anna @ 7:54 PM
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