Reinny Trink


Waiting To Be Angry - Poem by Reinny Trink

It's waiting. Waiting for the slightest trigger to spring up like a fuming geyser, like a flaring volcano, like a California wildfire, blazing out of control before anyone has time to take precaution. It's smoldering, the cinders feeding on the charred remains of the last argument, aching for one wrong word to transform it into ember, one wrong sentence to form a fire, and at best one wrong analogy to give a combustion.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, July 14, 2014

Poem Edited: Tuesday, July 15, 2014


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