feel the burning in your head feel the burning in your lungs feel the burning in the heart and the hurt that makes you start
see the white on your arms and the creases of your palms.
trace the lines of regret. the small sting of control. spite.
silent thunder.
everything is anger. you are anger. everything is fire. but you are even worse. the silent dark.
feel the snake rise up in your stomach to your chest. blood flows down into the abyss, iron tang and black shine.
it's always your fault, they say. the way you present, the who that you embody, the tone you project, the everything. the coarse words scraping around in your lungs. (they're actually screams.)