Anger surges out of me
like an interminable river
who has finally figured out how
to open his floodgates.
he purges my brain,
and makes the otherwise
desert land into an illusion
of a beautiful ocean,
whose image looks so pristine,
that you couldn’t see the anger
mixed within him even if you tried.
he looks like a shallow,
beautiful shore,
just waiting for you
to wade into.
he waits
and waits
and waits
like a cat near a mousetrap,
until you are fully submerged,
to strike his prey that is you.
he drowns you
deprives you of all senses
for more than moments at a time,
then calms
allows you a breath of his air,
which is no longer fresh
but reeks of salt and burns your nostrils.
but no matter
how much it hurts to breathe,
no matter
how much it makes your lungs
want to capsize.
you take a long breath
in the short time
that you are allotted
for that simple undertaking.
even before your lips
can close in union,
already he pushes you underneath once more,
reminding you that
not only is he in charge of whether or not you die,
but he is also in charge of when.
and in means
of making you suffer,
he doesn’t hesitate
in prolonging the process,
in making sure
that he builds your hopes up,
before crashing them down on you,
over and over again,
until you are nothing but
the sand under your feet.
but you never give up,
not until your soul is no longer one
with your body,
and your body is no longer one with you,
but rather with the rest of the beautiful bodies
that line this beach,
in the image
of miles and miles
of beautiful sand.
i’m sorry for letting him out,
i should’ve tried to kept him in
for a bit longer.
but i was selfish
and i allowed
Anger to attack another innocent victim,
instead of myself.
no,
i don’t know how many lives
he’s taken,
but there is surely a lot of sand on the beach.
i’m sorry for letting him out,
not necessarily for letting him out at all,
but letting him out all at once.
if i learned how to let him out slowly,
and systematically,
like a steady rainfall,
i could have a beautiful rainforest
growing by now,
instead of the occasional ocean
among miles and miles
of a desert of the victims of my mind.
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