Anger

I’ve been put on the hob to boil and I can feel the temperature inside the pan starting to rise. My body is tense and my fists are shut tight. The energy inside me builds and the atoms I am composed of begin to vibrate. Faster and faster and faster. I am so angry at the world and I am angry with myself. Angry at who I have become and about these tortured thoughts slipping and sliding over the mulch that is my brain. Because that is all we are – mulch in a pan – but heat it enough and you might just detonate it. Give it enough energy, enough fuel, enough petrol and watch it explode. I’ve been put on the hob to boil and you’re still peering into the cauldron.