Anger comes in threes.

Red,

yellow,

and green.

Red stops you in your tracks.

It burns your face and controls your throat.

A firework ignited,

ready to blow.

You’ve been taken advantage of. 

You’ve been wronged.

So do you let it explode?

Or do you extinguish the flame?

If you let it burn, 

cover your face

or else,

the thick

disgusting yellow haze

will blur your eyes.

It will pour down your throat

and sink in your stomach.

It will fill your nose

and brew in your mind.

Can you clear the smoke?

Or did the firework set off?

A moment of weakness exploited,

a crack is torn open. 

What once lurked in your core, 

and festered in your chest,

is ripped to the surface.

Green won. 

A firework released

a blinding blaze in the sky,

shattering into a million pieces,

Avoid the embers that rain down,

they will burn anything they touch.