Rage greets me at the door,

As an old friend with open arms.

Wrapping around me.

Warm as a woolen blanket.

Heavy it hangs on my shoulders.

Itches at my sensitive skin.

It squeezes tighter,

The more I try to shrug it off.

Pushing at it a struggle to breathe.

It wraps around my face, my throat.

Choking me.

Smothering me.

Tainting my words.

A vile poison,

Dripping from red lips.

Darkness leeks into steel eyes.

Hair splits and frays.

It grips me closer still.

Possessing me.

Rage greets me at the door,

As an old friend with open arms