Anger sits snapping his whip against the wall

his red face swollen with blood.

 

He is being chewd up from the inside

and festers alone on the darkness.

 

His clothes are all slit and sliced,

and his face is all chipped and choped .

He is a volcano ready to erupt

 

with eyes as huge, dark smouldering hollows, just waiting to discharge.

Bent over and furious

with himself and the world

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