Apr 302008

Title: A Solution
Rating: T
Notes: Written for the prompt "rage".

#36 :: A Solution

The blackened circle stains the empty ground
Where once some mindless opposition stood
The rushing of my blood, the only sound
I wouldn’t take it back, though, if I could

Electric, sharp, adrenaline careens
Down veins turned cold as ice with malice, pure
The wrathful vindication seems obscene
To those whose ears were listening at the door

The voice is quiet, razor-edged, polite…
The static swells and overwhelms the mind
A finger toward the door once he’s upright
And a howling in my head that I’m too kind

Belligerent and mighty, with a smile
One strike and then just seething for a while