Anger
Chloe Hartnett
Anger feels like there are bees in my stomach
Swarming around viciously, looking for the next place to sting.
Some days anger tapes my mouth shut
It tells me to feel all I want
But don’t make a sound.
Today anger was the tapping of my fingers on my desk
While I waited for my phone to buzz.
Yesterday Anger was the steamy tears that bunched up in my eyes.
Tomorrow anger will be screams and laughs of the kids
While trying to herd all of them in the car.
But today anger is like a hair tie waiting to break
Like we are all walking on pins and needles.