No relief here

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