Anger

Anger

The hot anger flashes,

Burning my mind,

My body, my soul.

The heat raises,

Through my chest

To the tip of my tongue

Where it is unleashed in

Scalding words.

My hands tremble,

Trying to hold it back,

But to no avail.

They reach out, as to

Embrace an old friend

And lash out faster then my

Whip of tongue.

She screams, a sort of

Desperate cry,

But she can't save herself,

Or myself.

The deed is done,

The anger is done,

Her life is done,

My life is done.