Anger is when you want to boil like thick hot red liquid that isn’t quite blood but close enough.

It’s when you cant communicate
Because all you come up against is dry, cracked earth- which doesn’t yield to your emotional out bursts; which upon making contact,
Beads up, covered in a thin film of dust

In your fury you don’t want to speak anymore. You’re giving up, because all you want to do is smack someone
So hard they spin, tangentially
out of your fucking universe.

Its when you’re so frustrated and furious that you
almost
hate yourself for your inability to come down hard; because your love is too soft and sticky,
flowing like melted marshmallows.

Anger that feels like sparks, not quite fire, but definitely adrenaline.

I feel like I want to get away,
stand on a pedestal and shoot bolts of my furious vengeance like Zeus

But I'm not Zeus.
I’m just me; alone in my bed
My blood thumping hard in my ears,

But crying – because really,
That’s all I can do