A Diagram of Me Losing It

Stagnant saturated rage Steeped in exhaustion White knuckles from holding the valve closed But fat drops still escape and Plop onto the ground Little bombs; vicious words; Daggers thrown from watery eyes Disregard is more painful that confrontation It festers and curls blackened tendrils Around my heart Pieces of my self are Falling from a spigot... Copious streams of anger coursing Through my body Laughing, just minutes ago; I was calm There is no where for the darkness to go now It swoops down on everyone around me Like a nuclear cloud There is no feeling now for I am merely A conduit of the emotion Now distant and cold, fortified in a small place Somewhere in my head Once the storm has passed, Apologies will be required.