An anger is coarsing through my head accelerating, turning.
It cannot find anywhere to go. Releasing through my fingers, ripping
through my muscles. Dripping through my gaze. Spontaneously
lighting objects on fire. Until I breathe a cool sigh of relief.

A holding pattern.
The earth is shattering.
Frozen in the middle of someone's silent scream.
I wait to hear an explosion.
It will never come.