Fire

The anger I hold up inside

I push down

until I go numb

but somehow

it sips through my pores

no matter how hard I try

it

creates a delta of thoughts

in my mind

making sure to destroy anything

beautiful that comes my way

including you

me

before it ever becomes we

when I’m angry

I’m not sad

and I have no regrets

it’s just a fire

In which

I burn all my bridges

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