Anatomy Of Rage Poem by T J Morgan

Anatomy Of Rage

Rating: 4.8


Sharp darkness, enshrouds,
slashes,
nerve endings tearing.

A twisting river of magma,
redness floods,
past caring.

Craze fuelled by cruelty,
eyes narowed,
staring.

Glass slivers,
feel no pain,
uncontrollably wearing.

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