Never have I felt my heart clench,

Overflowing my vision with vibrant red,

Touch and shoves turn to hits,

Halting the world’s endless spins;

I can feel my blood boiling over,

Noticing how balled my fists are as

Guts get battered under them.

Bruises my headspace with each hit,

Unable to chill in a preheated oven,

Too stubborn to let anyone stop us.

Violence is never the answer, I’ll agree,

I can’t control myself today,

Oh, how much that bitch has ruined it-

Lighting the fuse with their insolence,

Expecting the bomb to be a dud,

Negligent to the threat I could be,

Till their cowering, hurting beneath me.

Regaining peace is a lost cause,

And I just bleed to make them hurt,

Going, fighting, the wall falls flat,

Each punch retaliated until we collapse.

(I’m not this violent when I’m mad- I just wanted to explore the feeling some people have to where the they feel _nothing but violent rage_ in my writing)