Anger

Anger is a fire filamenta flame that slashes throughthe pain of injustice.My anger is a rod that keeps me straight,upright in distress, it’s the scratches on the wallsfrom broken nails, the marks I’ve left.Your vengeance is a cagewhere you lure the dispossessedwith promises of strength.It’s alright to hold the edgessmooth around the nightwhen you took me home forever.Now we relate every Sunday,only occasionally slipping into the slipstreamswimming in our current of secret abuse.I try others on for sizeand you wear your girlfriendlike a gabardine rain coatbuttoned tight against living..