Anger

Fists clench like rock-hard boulders A linen shirt bunched at the shoulders Blood boiling in a furious stew As patience was lost, his eyes a'grew. Angry shouting shortly followed Frothing spit being swallowed Jaws firmer than a policeman's baton Why he was so angry, no one could fathom. Infuriation was clear in his face Emotions all over, without regularity or pace Violent punching, slapping and kicks As the woman fell, his brow lay thick. But fury subsided, withering like neglected flowers She lay still, dormant. He'd used up all his power Reality kicked in-- this was all a big mistake! Too bad the blood on her head was clearly not fake.