Anger

Hands shaking

I feel insects

Racing in my bones

And under my skin

Glass breaks

I pick up the broken pieces

Of my heart

Up off of the floor

And cut my finger

On a sharp edge

Pounding, like a bass

Loud inside my chest

Screams locked behind my teeth

Like a broken teapot

High whistles explode in my mind

Yet only muffled silence in the night