Anger.

It ignites you,

creating a forest fire

in your lungs.

It is impossible though,

to stop you once you

reach the point of true anger.

By that point,

you’re too erratic

to contain.

And the firefighters

must put their lives first

after all.

But then you die down,

and I can see

that you’re ashamed

of the burns

I am carefully wrapping

in the corner of our bathroom.

I see that you’re ashamed

of what you did to me.

But that’s okay,

I know what it feels like.

I’ve seen

that same fear in your eyes

as you saw in mine tonight.

I know what it is,

Anger.