Sunday, June 21, 2015

Anger

Bitterness. Bile. Some kind of abhorrent medicinal tonic that is always administered, never taken (the latter implies some sort of voluntary aspect). A thick, sticky goop that is plastered messily onto my internal organs. SPLAT. It just clings there like a festering wound. If I leave it for too long one day I shall forget that it was not originally a part of me.