Anger

by Burning Silent   Jan 11, 2006


Growing darkness, cold and damp
Temperature rising, a pressure cooker
About to blow... No control
A bubble on the brink of bursting
A dagger and its icy steel piercing.
Red coals - hot to the touch
Then cooling down, just to heat
Up again... and finally...
IGNITE!

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