Anger burns up inside me and flares to my fist.
I clench them. He spots it. I grit my teeth and stay strong. Make white lies, and I survive.
But the anger grows like a fire being feed wood. I try to act nice and to my surprise it works!
Now the fire in me is burning my eyes and sparks of salty water burst like fireworks.
- Author: Poets Dream ( Offline)
- Published: September 27th, 2022 10:10
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 11
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