Emotions, emotions

Anger

I'd never gotten mad at him before but in that moment my insides were boiling and I felt like I was going to explode from the inside out. My fists clinching together until I could feel my poorly groomed nails digging into my skin. My knuckles turned bright white and the veins  both arms and hands piped out in several places. My teeth grit together in a harsh clattering noise I'm sure only I could hear danced in my mouth. A burn that stared in my stomach hesitantly erupted into my chest and into my throat. Every ounce of me wanted to explode and let out all the harsh, hateful things prancing around in my mouth. But it would do more harm than help.
I kept shut. If I spoke now I'd lose my friend forever. The boil turned to a simmer but still alive. I took a deep breath and let my hands loose. My teeth stopped as I clamped down on them, making the muscle in my temple flex. My ears moved in a direction I'm unsure of and I closed my eyes. Holding my breath. My chest still in a puffed position.
Better. For now at least