Erupt

I’m the water inside the kettle – I’ve been boiling for a long time but the lid is forcing me inside. I punch, kick and swear at the lid, screaming at it to let me out. I’m getting stronger and the time is nigh when I will – erupt.

Rage is seeping through my veins – cold, unbridled rage. I don’t feel it consciously but I’m aware of it’s black presence. It rips me of my emotions, replacing me with a complaisant nothing, all the while silently building it’s strength – until it becomes too big to control.