Rage

Woken at night by it

Opening up in my belly

A beautiful perfect

Orchid

Fresh long green tendrils

That snake in and out and up

Spiked petal

Opening up

On a bud of rage

Held tightly closed so long

Opening into soft tissue

Slicing membranes

Cutting you loose

Anger that is the ebb and flow

And seeping through the cracks to

Poison everything

It’s a ripple under the skin

And bursting cyst that ruins friendships

Nurtured on years of dissonance

Fertile rage

Deep and breathless

A fresh flower

Opening exquisite barbed petals

Rooted in dark ancient ground

Thick black to fresh green curling

Tendrils

Unleashing precisely and

On target

And messy, spewing everywhere

Beautiful perfect

Self aware

Reaches for the throat

And finds me waiting

Awake at night