I closed the room's door and sat on my office chair.
I began to sweat lightly.
I felt heat spreading from my chest to the top of my head.
My heartbeats increased.
Dizziness overcame me.
The ground started to spin.
Then, my stomach intensified to the point of almost vomiting.
I felt its continuous contractions.
Suddenly, a red cloud filled the room.
Then, it rained upon me, alone.
I subsided.
Is this the orgasm of anger?
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Taste Of Anger
PoetryI choose anger instead of sorrow I prefer madness over sadness I never want to be a victim. cover © : SIILDA