Anger

Bonfire blasting around my center
The smoke curls through my throat
Caught
Seeking escape into screams
Hateful words slice through my mind
Blindness takes over
Lashing out
Dying down
Inner wounds reveal themselves
Weeping blue tears
Ugly old scabs of imperfectious disappointments
Feelings of unfarity
Holes where love should be.

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