I feel the anger swell within me nothing to do but feel my hands shake and trace my eyes across the texture of the carpet hoping to find more steady breaths or some sort of comfort in writing but my head feels like static on a television while my stomach turns in disgust every limb of mine stays tense a restriction in my chest to keep my lungs from filling and my heart from beating or bursting I'm seeing only red blurs and mind games of the Devil's Carnival step right up at your own risk I can't promise no one's getting hurt