Cossett's Poems: Rage

Friday, April 1, 2005

Rage

Rage What is this? Piercing feverously sharp, Raising the hair on my skin, Knocking hard within, Needy of release. I can’t hold it in. It rocks my body. My temperature high, Flushing purplish red. My blood is rushing, Feeling tightness in the head. Losing sight, My vision blurs. What is this? That... Sign in to see full entry.

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