Mad
Rage starts deep in the bed of your toenails, climbing
– strong-armed – to your heart.
There,
It turns into a tick, ropey, black, snake;
wide fangs glisten with sanguine venom as it winds around your heart to strike.

Thump-thump.
Thump-thump.
Thump-thump.

Your adrenaline pumps wildly,
the venom seeping into every fiber of every muscle.
It burns, stinging stringently as your palpitating heart pumps the poison.

Heart.
Brain.
Eyes.

The corrosive venom controls you now
from everything you feel, think and see
It is now
tainted with senseless paranoia
tainted with inexcusable malice
tainted with un-soothe-able pain.

It eats away at you from the inside out.

The snake, satisfied, leaves you
spreading your lips wide to push his sly, onyx head through, breaking teeth and falling to the floor in a coil and…
You release obscene curses.
It rises, leaving you
Supine, but still living,
Broken and still bleeding,
Hopeless, but still wishing.

When the venom is all soaked up
Worthlessness and Alone grab at your wrists, helping you to your feet.
Rage transforms, becoming weightless as air and rolling into a cloud
Thundering
Clashing
Raining
on its next victim