Sit, slow down.
Think.
Is this worth it?
Anger,
The blood-red broth,
Bubbling within, frothing,
Waiting to spill from a mouth,
Waiting to roll off a tongue,
And poison the next.
Clammy hands, itching to injure,
To strangle,
To mangle,
Slow down.
Jealousy,
Emerald shades of spite slither
Through the body.
Temptation tugs at the hands
Urging death, anticipating fury.
A shiver of revenge,
A beg for ruin,
Slow down.
Isolation,
A hued world
Stretches out before you,
Rolling in ecstasy at your feet,
Yet monochromatic landscapes
Are all you see.
A fleeting dream of company
Disturbs your sleep.
You wake.
Slow down.
Sickly bright tones of short-lived happiness
Dance in a flurry of colored madness around you.
A hurricane of joy threatens
To throw you over.
A tidal wave of pleasure takes over
All but you.
Resentment.
Slow down.
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