Anger
Anger swells inside.
Fire burns, thunder rumbles.
She wants to scream,
yet all that comes out is quiet mumbles.
Poisen.
The thoughts are poisen.
Thoughts of death, thoughts of blood.
Two paths.
Right is death, left is life.
Right's dark tunnel becomes brighter,
Lefts a little darker.
The choice is close.
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