envelop, a written letter

blister

my hands are shaking, i'm in true anger on how i see you. your true colors are exposed, i am so fucking pissed. fucking hell. this is fucking angering.

fuck, the word means an action, to do and act upon and this word is not to be doing an action, but this word shows a side of the color red, the color of fucking maroon, the color of fucking pain.

the hot colors in my face show such expression. you have no idea how much anger i am in. how much i have held for years. you are being told lies that i never said. you. you lie by biting your fucking tongue.

my hands fucking shake. they shake with such fire, with such fiery. you make me wish i could slap you, but i can't. i feel guilty. my fingers would go into a fucking blister if i had slapped you.

i sooth... i still shake. i hear rhyme and sound so soft. music plays within my ears. nature is around me. i feel at peace. i look at color, clouds. i feel temperature. wind so soft and glide against heavy droopy branches. colors fall down, causing a pattern along the ground. pointy to dull, brighter to calmer.

i see.. i see that my hands are red and slowed. i didn't slap you, i nearly did. but instead i smacked my hands together. red and sore. blistering pain. blistering angry.. blistering is the word..

a noun. blister. a small bubble on the skin filled with serum and caused by friction, burning, or other damage.

you see, blistering could be used for sadness, conflicting.. anger..

blister.. blister.. and it sticks still i can't think of anything besides that word.