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by Doll
Rated: E · Poetry · Emotional · #2036585
What anger feels like.
There is a forest inside me,
blooming in my belly.

Miniature trees,
with bushy, broccoli heads,
dip their roots
into my stomach
and drink the acid,
like water.

Flowers twine around my ribs,
sprouting in the spaces between them.
When they wilt,
their petals dance around
and create a plethora of butterflies
swirling through me.

The grass grows below,
around my hips and pelvis,
climbing higher and higher,
like vines,
trying to graze their soft bristles
against the stems of beautiful plants.

But then, fire blossoms.

It is a creature clobbered together
out of tongues,
at its core is a stomach.
It has no eyes to see,
no ears to hear,
and no mouth to speak.

It reaches out
with its multitude of tongues
to lick the delicate petals
before curling around them
to draw them in.
It consumes, it spreads.

Its eating me alive.

It bursts from my ribs,
spitting out unwanted leaves,
that make a swirling tornado
of green moths
in the apple core pit
of my gut.

The more the fire eats
the greedier it gets,
until its drawing heat
from my toes and fingertips
to make it burn
hotter and brighter.

My heart starts beating
hard.
Pounding
against my chest,
until it bursts into
a thunderstorm.

The lightening screams
as it flashes by,
while the thunder roars.
The rain soothes the fire
into slumber,
but it starts to leak
outside of me.

And I'm crying.




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