Yes, that's it.
Let the rage burn.

Feel the pain,
screaming into the hollow recesses of your chest.

Shake with reaction,
an orgasm of anger.
Release it.
Feel it growing within yourself,
Waiting to be borne with vitriolic intensity.

Death would soothe the hurt,
but you won't do it

Becuase you're nothing without your addiction.

Some days, I feel as if I am not a person,
just a seething ball of frustration cleverly disguised as a human.

---

My skull is splitting
and an Athena of Hate
is going to to erupt
whole
and bloodied
with the gore of her mother's thoughts.

---

Red #2

I jump from laughter
to a snarl

Instant aggrivation.

Not even floral Arias can dig me out of this
infuriation

unless I feel like laughing.

And I'd rather have your tendons caught in my teeth.

---

Poem In Red

I feel psychotic.
Electric.

In
Credible
Hatred

Rushing up on caffine + pain
satisfying glass would be Shattering
And my knuckles would sing sweet fire.

---

Weighty and hot,
This strangled silence,
This solid slippery dark,
This scent of peach-skin and rank sweat,
Where every breath is a benediction
And each sigh a prayer
While the blood thrusts through the body,
Where this emotion, too heated to be real in the waking light,
Can be uttered and understood.
But daylight intervenes
And dissipates the darkness,
As bedfellows scramble for their clothes.
Leaving only emotion raw and exposed,
Unfit for daylight, unfit for routine,
Only to be shunted to the back of minds
To be revisited in dreams
And in a soul darkness of fingering old scars with pleasure.

---

to the Beautiful

i watched you,
silent and longing.
murky light with winter's weight
fell off your wind-toss'd hair.

a bright flash of yellow desire,
and i flush.
my painted skin, hardly delicate,
shines a bloodied pink,
and i curse your black heart
and pallid beauty
for driving me to distraction.

---

A roaring crack slices the sky
Cleaving clouds
In the best melodramiatc fashion,
She rasies her fists to the skies
and screams agony.
Running far from Love
Far from Warmth
Leaving a trail of acid tears and blackened blood
from ruined feet.

---

The Dryad's Angst

Self-recrimination and doubt,
Fear runs wild.
I tremble and quake
Shuddering, shaking as a thin sapling
Within the anger of the storm.
Treesap tears cross my wooden face,
Catching in the grain
And following it crosswise.
The Earth and Moon and Wind
Plucking at them
Until one falls,
Shining
To the ground.