Anger

Words that spit fire,

like dragons

eatin’ up sweet lava,

inferno’s rhythm

playin’ my song.

You know, the one

I tried to play for you

before I was denied

the opportunity.

Flames levitate,

giving way

to vicious lies.

I breathe in,

wait to exhale

and spew my poison,

hate-infused declarations

created from pain.

My tongue is singed now,

and not easily held.

© Suzanne Saxon, 2013

Fire-breathing Dragon
Frontispiece to chapter 12 of 1905 edition of J. Allen St. John's ''The Face in the Pool''
Published 1905
from Wikimedia Commons