Seeing Red
I allowed myself
slow and grandiose many turns
upon that rotisserie of anger...
let my miasma cook and blister
before mentioning
ever so casually
my knowledge of your indescretion
savored your immediate lack of response
a tasty morsel
gnawed completely through before
you spoke, hesitant and awkward
and the coals of my ire were fanned
seeing red
is the least I could do for you
and, as you have taught me,
I'm always willing to do the least...
K.E.Cline, 08 October 1997