Bare bulb in the basement
The slow controlled exhale of breath
My clenched fist paces the floor
Flashes of images pass by my personal tv screen
Rage moves through me so fast I don’t remember hitting that bag
Barely under control
Scary to witness
This anger is only reserved for the absolute screw ups
Those who weave in the art of carelessness
Who paint in stupidity
Who chip away at trust
Who mold forgetfulness
Who can barely see beyond the mess that they are creating
This volcanic heat is just that.
But only for time. Just until the rocks have time to settle.
Then it’s unleashed
The temperature is unbareable
Today the rage is palpable
Goosebumps on my skin
There is only one culpable party
It has to be me.