Sometimes a person gets carried away.
Sometimes it becomes impossible to control yourself.
Sometimes you don’t want to keep your cool.

We’ve all been there, it starts as a little ******.
A low level buzz that starts right at the base of your skull.
It spreads down your neck, across your shoulders
It slithers down your arms to the palms of your hands.
It tingles.
It grows stronger and your palms tingle all the more, desperate to take action.
You clench your fists to quench their thirst, but that just gives you ideas.
Your body is alive,
That little ****** has evolved, coursing through every part of you.
Jaw tightens, you contain it.

Sometimes you don’t want to.
Sometimes it becomes impossible to control yourself.
Sometimes a person gets carried away.

A myriad of expletives and insults rush forward.
You strike out, a beautiful and self righteous detox.

Anger.
It’s an eloquent little ******, isn’t it?