Anger
Anger is black, as black as the night like a blanket on the earth.
It tastes sour, as sour as a lemon that glistens with dew.
Anger smells like a dead possum, lifeless, it’s life taken by some tragic accident.
Anger looks like a bull charging, snorting it's muscles flexing.
Anger sounds like a bubbly volcano ready to explode.
Anger feels like a pot bubbling going to bubble over – those bubbles are temper ready to spring at someone unworthy…
By Sophie
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