by dokurtybitz

Bubbling pot
Left too long to simmer,
I feel the crooked fingers
Trying to worm their way
Twisting me towards
Anger and rage,
Clamping down,
Withdrawn and icy
I wait for it to pass
Hoping noone gets hurt
In the meantime.

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