Not that I wish for anyone to wake up in a tub full of ice missing a kidney...

Anger management is an artform

 

 

There's another hole in the wall

Fist-sized and covered cleverly with duct tape and an open door.

A wise man once said something about soft words and turning away wrath

But that was before the dawn of car keys and fresh metallic blue paint

 

I know better, smile, wave, bow

Put on that mask of proper society's rules and nod with conversation.

The passive agression mastered by those more graceful than I

Pours onto the syllables of the word "Sorry" and lathers into a vicious stare

hidden only by the cheap, dark sunglasses worn rebelliously indoors.

 

This tact acting as a muzzle over my tight, clenched jaws

Hides yet another bite wound through my bloodied tongue.

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I haven't anyone to be angry with. No one to be jealous over. No one to complain to or complain to me. The opposite of love is not hate; but apathy. The not caring takes over in the end and that is worse than the passion of bruised knuckles from punching the walls I think. This has some good descriptive qualities. A good write.