Anger

You creep into the reddest of my veins, into the softness of my brown flesh, into the most fragile of my beating. I deny your darkness yet there you are enveloping each pavement we meander and every corner we turn with the poison of your exhausted sighs and artificial words. Your darkness prevails. I deny once more and instead remind myself that we are all learning. I deny the last time. Your darkness, it’s comprehensible to touch, but too hot to feel even from a meter apart. Every combust and crackle waft along a smell of burned plastic, persistently false even in its flames. But then again, this is not about you, but you will in one glance, in one instant, believe that it is about you.