Red Hot Anger

Red anger swallowing me whole. Boiling broiling bubbling over my emotions like the crash of a tsunami wave. Its pulse fast and driving pushing me forward; it itself hotter than a furnace, the blue flame A child touching open fire. Finally I boil over. The rush, exhilarating The drive, forceful The pain, all too real. As it cools, I am left blue and cold, unfeeling. Dead. The heat drove me forward, and now I am out of gas. Do I look for the same heat or search for another way?