Rage
Location
It finds you
in the early evenings
slithering past ankles
willing to be bit
until it circles you
frozen with the news of
abandonment- how could they do this to be?
fangs sink down into skin
knuckles dyed ghostly white
the poison trickles into blue veins
staining them purple
with the growing pulse of anger moving
it reaches the heart
pumping
it becomes more
building a temple without your permission
it rests in the throne it forged
the fires tickling your throat
become as big as a forest
rejection- am I not good enough?
anger grows old and finds a partner
your fists become a masterpiece
white canvas and a purple brush
nails find a home in your palm
anger is not enough
no, anger is just the start
rage invades
rage finds you
in the early mornings