TRIGGER WARNING: VIOLENCE

It comes from within and swells outward. It feels like fire, smoldering at times or raging, but, at any rate, still burning. And like fire, it carries with it the same need for fuel. It swells outward in your stomach lining, leaving embers or ashes. It swells outward in your chest, consuming your heart. It beats exponentially. It beats into your swelling muscles. They contract in defiance. It’s reached the summit of your mind. What’s called reason is twisted, selfishly. Your mind assures you that you’re justified in as acting as an agent of violence. More than justified. Called to duty.

Fire needs fuel, and it can use you any longer. Your finger tips draw into palm in a ball. The swelling bursts you, the force of which carries your fist forward.