The Monster

Anger fills
then stops
just short of our collarbone
expands
until our lungs burst
and our brains swell
and our scalps rip in two
turns to Rage
and our hands tremble.

Quite suddenly
our poor bodies
can't hold It in
and releases the tongue
to defend
but more often than not
the tongue gets a little
carried away
starts to offend
instead

It morphs again
into a Monster
with blood like lava
and words like poison
we're consumed
we can't help it anymore
we only live
to swallow new victims
and injure
the rest

eventually we begin to learn
(though it's too late, you see)
what in the beginning
fueled us
has in the end
destroyed us.

Reviews

[SpitfireGrrrl]

Amazing. I feel like this all the time... the build up, the simmer, the release, and finally the regret. Exceptionally well conveyed.