Rage
Rage
The impulse
or the urge
to destroy everything
that constrains my liberty
(which is everything),
the need to be freed
—now!—
ends all thought,
rends the heart,
renders the body
helpless, less;
fight and flight collapse,
compact
into a single
seething
surging
hot con-
fusion.
Where am I,
so easy to wash away
in a poisoned pulse?
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