Anger
It's a blob
A blob of lava,
freshly thrown out of he erupting volcano.
It's steaming,
destroying everything I touches.
Others see It and throw buckets of water onto it to cool it off.
Sometimes this tactic works,
but most of the time it stays
burning its way up from the core.
It keeps running its course,
till it touches someone,
and they react.
Copyright © Emma H | Year Posted 2014
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