Anger comes in shades of black.
Sounds like the dead silence of the night, cold but somehow warm inside.
The taste of sweet rattle snake venom.
And smells like rotting flesh.
Starts to make you feel like you’re going to explode.
The touch is rough and prickly and sharp like a porcupine’s needles.
The sight of anger comes screaming into your face.
Anger, the one feeling is hard to control.
