My Wrath

Lips pucker and brows wrinkle as he stares.
Anger burrows in deep erasing his kind features.
Borne is this unsummoned yet familiar creature,
From the inferno of my own unrestrained wrath.
Stinging remarks racing from my impertinent gateway,
Chilling his heart and granting birth to my sin and guilt.

by Joni 6/19

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