poem: anger (slightly graphic)

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anger

eye for an eye, word for word

the weight of words damage, his fucking words

oh, how they hurt

he takes no action to right the wrong

no remorse evidenced

no acknowledgement

the pain train does not stop

neither does his slit called a mouth

his ugly mouth

spewing hatred

dots splash before my wide eyes

distoring vision

red blood pumping fast through narrowed veins

my heart beats in my throat

rage engages me

venemous hate flows out of me

fight or flee ringing in my ears

with eyes clenched shut

i choose to fight

the daggers fly off of my tongue

i gouge and wound and damn near kill

the ignorant loose tongued bastard before me

he flees from his battle

he had no chance

damn fool

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