Anger

It’s subtle, yet so skilled in combat,

It gets you before know it.

It creeps up behind you

And pins your shoulders together.

It touches your ears

And locks your head in a vice.

You struggle to break free,

but find yourself in a dance

It’s that powerful, that persuasive.

It makes you fall in love

With your own illusions

And forget about anyone else.

You become a justice warrior

For your own brand of justice.

Your skin burns white.

Your eyes see red.

Your hands tear at phantoms.