Anger
At everything and no one
Thoughts thrown
Like logs
I keep
Piling them on
Bonfire spreads
Walk faster
Even the dogs gingerly tread
further out
Their animal scents mine
Funny how part of I can stand beside
Watch the smoke rise
And know
“Ahhh here she goes – well things are bound to feel better shortly”
But even that makes me angry right now
That supercilious bitch
That stands apart
She never gets in here with me
Flailing about
But just stands cool
Behind her pane of glass
Emotionally distanced
From all this hurting
Not realising
I
Put
Her
There
Now she can’t get out
