Anger
- Anne Nygren Doherty
- Apr 9, 2019
- 1 min read

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.
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