Temper

Churning
   Tightening
      Gripping
         Burning
Teeth grind and fists clench
Nerves stretch, strain, twist
   ripping and pulling
      yearning to break
         into wild strands of burning anger
Bursts of bright lights flash
   Veins pump hot blood
      Visions of sweet revenge
         Dancing in my head

Breathe

Blood slows
   Easy it flows
      Nail prints left in flesh
         From fists that served no purpose

Eyes Close
   Lights fade
      Black sets in
         Washing out the flood of red

Nerves compose
   Relax and loosen
      Tension fades away
         'Til all that's left is the tingle of anger

Damn this temper!!!

Copyright 2000 Lauren Blackstone