Putting the Angry in Angry and Sloppy

I am so very angry.

Very, very angry.

So angry, there´s no room for sloppy.

So angry. So angry. So angry.




Very angry.

Anger. So precise. Not sloppy.

Not because of this.

Though that is reason enough to be angry.

I wish my anger was not so personal. I wish my anger was not so petty. I wish my anger was not ridiculous. But I cannot control it. I can recognize it as anger. And it must fume on its own. There is nothing I can do but be angry.

It is a black time. But there is a world of sunlight waiting for me. I know. It is beyond these malignant hills.