rage is inside everyone,
hidden like a secret
that goes on between two children.
soon to be unfolded and
with hell chasing after it.
it feels like a ball of fire
that burns your veins as
the smoke blinds your vision.
it's sweet lips whispering
devilish commands into your ear.
you follow it's command
without thinking twice.
your impulse getting the
upper hand.
YOU ARE READING
Bees, Pollen, and What Comes From Them
Poetry- indefinite hiatus - [ part of the 'free your body' tag ] · second poetry collection · "Flowers don't worry about how they're going to bloom. They just open up and turn toward the light and that makes them beautiful." - Jim Carrey create...
