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Bubbles of Anger

August 31, 2015
By devjanipaul PLATINUM, Queens, New York
devjanipaul PLATINUM, Queens, New York
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Favorite Quote:
“And I knew her soul wasn’t something to take lightly. In a world where very little truth existed, her soul was a pariah, standing alone burning like a wildfire in my bones– a flaming crescent across pale midnight skies.”

Christopher Poindexter


I wish I had a life-sized cut-out of you,
so that at 2 am when my anger is consumed
by the fire tucked deep inside of me,
I could take it out on you,
instead of on myself.
But no, disregard that,
I don’t get angry anymore.
I am way past anger.

This is my fury, my rage, my wrath lashing out,
writhing; longing to just wrap itself around your fragile, gaunt body,

Because genuinely,  I never thought that someone who could be so sweet and caring,
could also be so cruel.

But then I perceived,
that the Devil once, was an angel too



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