Natural but unrefined like crude oil, scorching hot, like lava it boils, innumerable times, my temper, it spoils, shooting like a gun with no recoil.
I spit the words filling my throat as they taste bitter. One by one they snap out of the vitriolic oral fissure, breaking hearts, in conjunction with my own, in a twinkling flicker.
And now I am consumed with nothing but regret, your or my mistake, I don't care, -I just want to forget. I am afraid it might become my temperament, I feel like my anger is making me a Mutant.
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