cerebral burn
the flames of anger
crackle and spit
deep in the bowels
of my soul
my spirit searing
my psyche, sizzling
billions of synapses,
stinging
an effervescent rage
a cerebral scorch
dissecation
a voracious, hungry fire
a trail of charred husks
strewn in its wake
raw, pulsing flesh -
scarred and singed
~+++~
crackle and spit
deep in the bowels
of my soul
my spirit searing
my psyche, sizzling
billions of synapses,
stinging
an effervescent rage
a cerebral scorch
dissecation
a voracious, hungry fire
a trail of charred husks
strewn in its wake
raw, pulsing flesh -
scarred and singed
~+++~
ABOUT THIS POEM: the way it feels to have rage sit on your heart. and press down. rage scalds the heart and soul. it hurts far more to feel it than it ever could to receive it. i find that NO ONE GETS THIS.
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