Rage
A white-hot coil moves through my body,
the spring tightens.
Like a tiger, I’m ready
to pounce, to destroy
my prey, ripping it to shreds and
flinging each piece as far as possible,
with force overwhelming.
A black ball of tar
boils in my stomach.
I see red and want
to destroy everything in my path.
I’m an untamed animal
backed into a corner, feral
and fierce.
I fight and bite,
claw and scratch,
swing my fists
wildly, without
control or precision.
A torrent of white-hot emotion
feverishly blinds me.
I throw my phone,
empty beer bottles, anything
within reach.
I can’t breathe and
I cry and I cry and I cry.
I hurl insults and
tell the people I love that
I hate them.
Irrational,
I wreck moments, completely
out of control.
I am a time-bomb daring
to explode,
(tick-tock, tick-tock),
a flame bursting,
consuming.
I touch everything in my path
with destruction.
copyright 2006 Katherine Andrews
