Anger

I can feel them,
The tiny pulses of electricity,
Miniature shockwaves,
Trans versing down my arms,
Forcing my fingers to clench.

There followed quickly,
By streams of molten lava,
Bubbling intensely,
Searing through my veins,
Lowering my tolerance levels.

But I shall breath,
Inhale deeply upon positivity,
Re-centre my focus,
And tell myself it will be okay,
Because drama is the llama best left unfed.

Copyright: authorchrisbrown

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