The storm cloud breaks,
lightning strikes down in shards,
not stakes.
The anger,
takes hold,
breaks that steaming, heaving mass
with the light of fire and gold.
The truth has to be told,
My anger curls, wrapped around intestines,
Rises like a snake,
Choking throat,
I bare my fangs,
Hiss.
Poised and poisoned,
lash out and attack.
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