Wrath

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She is a quiet, blue flame

Quickly losing control, roaring up at the slightest irk

She lashes out, making me mad just as quickly.

 

She takes over my body like the heat of a fire

Mercy is a word not found in her vocabulary,

and all the words she does know are fed to me

pushed from my mouth without my allowance of it.

 

 

She feeds me anger, making me tremble and shout out

But I hold it it

I must always hold it in

 

And silence the powerful woman 

Wrath

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