Your Anger Poem by Barbara Haskell

Anger comes flying in,
as if on the wings of a jet,
out of control, nose-diving,
straight into my heart.
Then comes the sharp, hateful words,
cutting into me, tearing me to pieces.
Here comes your ice-pick, stabbing,
breaking my love into tiny shards of ice.
Now I am torn and bleeding;
turned into the cold, ice queen.
You look disgusted,
as if I'm not quite right in the head.
You say you're feeling much better now.