My anger
is a coiled snake
striking when stepped upon
a deadly flash of lightning
leaping out
of roiling, purple clouds
My anger
is an eruption
its black plume of smoke
rising aesthetically upward
a smoldering offering
of simmering sorrow
an incense of primitive fear
I run my hands
over the embers
locate the source and feel
the unique, trembling pain
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