Fury
They say time heals all wounds
A truth I've known since never
I don't think that angry, screaming teenage girl inside ever let anything heal
Even on my best days, she's there
Lighting matches and salting slugs
Shes anything but gray or unmoving
She isn't sulking around or indifferent
No
That'd be unbearable for her
You'll know as soon as she's walked in the room and you'll know the second she leaves
Her presence is intense
She's mad
Irate
Agitated to an extreme
Injustice all she knows
Betrayal is all she feels
Corruption is all she sees
Fury is all she can fathom to be
She's demanding, direct, and destined for the hell she must have escaped from
"Fire, you say?
Burn it
SET FIRE TO ALL
REDUCE IT ALL TO FLAMES WHILE I MARCH TO THE HEAT OF ITS OBLITERATION!!"
She can be... let's just say..
a bit dramatic
She likes to be front and center
And when she's not, that only means she's digging around for more matches somewhere close by
A constant underlying energy of angst and passion that boils insufferably
Under every interaction
Behind every experience I live
She's there
And when I'm alone,
She's still scorching
As I meet her gaze
And I embrace that raging blaze of a girl
As she purifies me to ashes
I've never felt such warmth from something so dangerously destructive
I've never seen such a burning brightness
Shining from a girl who never knew how to love
without dimming her own light
Copyright © Erica Darby | Year Posted 2023
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