pulsating out of your very marrow
is the anger promising to push itself
out of your body
with the force of anything imaginable
(but a million times worse)
throbbing is the rage,
stacking atop itself
building and building
until you’re ready to explode
blood pooling at your feet,
as you enter a boxing match
against yourself and
the underdog is posed to win (that’s you!)
boiling, livid, hyperactive
a haze of aggression
sitting within your chest,
bleeding oozing,
a raw attack waiting to burst
but lacking patience
forgetting tranquility,
an explosion of reckless abandon
A Fictional Frenzy 