Anger

It grows and grows and...

My nose is drenched with the stench.

My eyes penetrating further into the abyss.

My teeth mashed so tight fangs emanate.

My lips constrict like a python with its prey.

My heartbeat grows, louder and louder, like the drums of Khan’s Mongol Horde.

I smell roses. I see beauty. I taste cake. I feel love.

And yet, anger.