anger

anger

does not flow like water

no,

water is lush, cool

anger is a vortex,

a trickle of taps on

the roof that become

a tsunami

anger is the red now black,

half-moons, carved into my skin

anger is rage that spills out as tears

(anything else and you’ll be the one to suffer)

anger is dominating, never fire,

flames go out too quick

anger will always be water

gentle one day,

turn your back and you’ll drown