Rage. Rage is a beautiful emotion. It hardens features, sharpens them as if you were carved from stone.
Inside, rage can feel like crashing waves of fury and anger tumbling around in your mind and in your soul.
Tongues sharpen to slash and tear through whatever they bestow their words on; honest words that any person would wish to keep to themselves.
Rage is white hot, red, orange, firey and powerful. It can be any colour or combination of colours, all representing the emotions swirling around to make up this toxic concoction.
You could say rage is like a volcano. It builds up and up over time until it eventually erupts, burning and destroying everything around it.
Rage can be sudden, brought on by a single action or a slight comment from any one person.
Rage can also be violent. Lashing out, beating everything down and around. Some people choose to keep this rage to themselves, keep the abuse to themselves. Would you rather be the person being hurt than the one hurting others? Would you rather inflict wounds and abuse upon yourself than on those around you?
Rage. It's a number of words, actions and emotions, even colours, all of them different for each vitcim.
What is rage to you?
YOU ARE READING
A Collection Of Short Stories
RandomA bunch of short stories that I have written over time, many different genres as well so please enjoy! (Cover photo is Haise Sasaki from Tokyo Ghoul: re. Go read it. It's good. Very good.)
