Anger

Hot molten lava builds

In my inner core

Acrid fumes emerge

With my very breath

It churns and bubbles

A demonic mass

I try to calm it down

But it continues to boil

Rising up, elevating

My brows sweat

As it releases steam

I’m no longer in control

As I spew the volcanic venom

My body is on fire

The foundations shake

Until I am spent

Reduced to ash and sadness

 

© 2017 Valerie Hathaway

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