P#09 | rage

04- rage (128) postwars

Rage colored you in crimson,

a deep hue so dark,

painting you unrecognizable

I reached out

but it was too late

the thick clouds of wrath

had pursued your eyes

leaving you to scathe

anything in your path

words were muffled in your ears

or you were too focused

focused in the ideal

of expressing your emotion

I tried to leave,

retrieve slowly

but I was too naive.

my attempt to flee

had triggered you more

It wasn’t the way

I surrendered quickly,

or my terrified expression

that angered you more,

but it was your uncontrollable angered state

that you detested the most.

the flame was directed

at the scapegoat though,

pride wouldn’t let the truth seep out

and we continued to pour

oil on our burning house.

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