[I will not calm down]

By: Jenuine Poetess

these days I’m full of piss and vinegar
I’m angry
no.
I’m mad as hell
spitting
sparking
growling
Rage

I imagine these scenarios:
me
losing my mind
white hot fury
burning it all down with
one look
one word
one fist punching the sky

they have not invented
a language strong enough
to articulate the tempest
turning and churning
a tumbling tumult
floodwater outrage
roiling in my bones
teetering on the verge of
Eruption

I thunder at the lies
I strike lightning at all that was stolen
I hail down upon the abuses
I earth quake the manipulation
I flood the cruelty
I tornado the selfish
greedy
taking
and taking
and taking
into oblivion

my wrath is a monstrosity looming
a shadow, palpable
tall tall darkness
a Leviathan loosed
from my Mariana Trench deeps
an unfurling fury
unfettered

one Roar would shatter continents
one footfall would send oceans into global tsunami
one sweep of fisted hand would raze nations to finely ground sands

I am
this seething ire
this foaming temper
this
Righteous
indignation