When she's angry
folding a towel becomes
an undertaking that causes everyone in the room
To flinch each time a fold is made
her movements are pointed
sharp
like a needle
used to embroider the word
failure on your forehead
like a scarlet letter
When she's angry
you'll never see it coming
until
the pigmentation in her neck
slowly creeps
from ivory
to a shining crimson
piece of armor
preparing her for battle
preparing her to unleash
her barbed tongue
When she's angry
you tip-toe around
what you truly want to say
dancing on glass
shard in foot
you smile as if
you don't notice
When she's angry
I love you
comes out as
a bee sting
you may experience
swelling at the site
instant, sharp pain
and a welt where your heart
should be
When she's angry