Anger (prompt)

ragged nails biting into palms
teeth digging into fleshy lips
tongue stings with the taste of copper
and throat burns with bile retorts.

cheeks, palms, flecked with red
uncurl fists, fold arms across stomach
mouth opens, mouth closes
fist curls, uncurls again
ears struggle to hear over the roar of
words swarming like bees in her cheeks

trembling with restraint
mingling with trace amounts of shame, of fear,
of reluctance, of anticipation
knees shaking
run run run run run
away, towards the battle

raise your voice as you would a sword
sweet victory
sweet failure

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