First comes the tickle
from the chest it pulses through:
Upwards.
Your body wants to jolt
but you remain still.
Second comes the tingle of the head
from the spine that connects it all.
All you do is stare.
Callously as you process the emotion,
intertwined with information,
crescendoing into a storm without reason.
Without need of reason.
For it is simply that.
Unreasonable hatred.
Your breath:
Steady.
A disgusting numbness shrieks
Sickening rage courses back and forth
Pulsating
Third comes the grinding
The gnashing of teeth
Until your jaw eases back
Fourth comes the flooding
the pain attempts to touch you
Stop you
You stop it
Fifth comes the hush before the ******
Raw energy building
Pressure now balanced throughout
Sixth comes the explosion
And with all your might you hit back
Breaking your fingers
Smashing your wrist against their cheek
Their jaw cracks beneath your shattered fist
1/100 of your anger now exhausted
You don't feel a thing
You're numb now
Then it happens
In one crashing chord
comes the fury.