I walk ahead of her
Anger burning in my chest and my heart
The pressure of it pushing outward from within
Seeping through every space
Through the gaps in my ribs
Through the easy heat of my flesh
Muscle is no barrier to its persuasion
Blood and organs heed to it, powerless
And let it pass
Then it meets skin and here it stops.
The delicate sheath, pale and soft,
Grows warm with the force of what is held within
My mouth opens to take a breath
Cold, crisp air rushes in and touches the storm beneath
With angry excitement the brewing devil exalts
‘A way out!’
And with the ignorant urgency of stupid mistakes
It rushes to its exit
With a bitter taste
The anger shapes its own escape
Wrapping my willing tongue around the sharp edges of malicious rhetoric
Released, my words are flung back through the air
Through the meters that separate me from her
The malice has no problem finding its target
Meets no resistance in her ears, her eyes
Reaching her heart with too much ease
With regret my body realizes, too late
This is no release
The malice has escaped but the anger stays
There is no relief here
Only a new pain
A stone in my stomach
Guilt an unhappy new companion to the anger
And a wounded sister unwilling and unable to help
The exorcism of anger turning the meters of distance into miles
Insurmountable and hopeless
And all my fault
