When Fury Fell In Love With Me

I do not know how I met him

Maybe it was a stormy night or was sun shining shamelessly?

Maybe it was a season so rare to spell it out

I do not know when rage became my lover and I his, to treat on a whim.

He wraps his teeth around my bones

Knowing I cannot breathe

He consumes and consumes and consumes till I become him  

Till I become rage myself 

Even though I scream and spit and scratch and holler

But no one can hear it but the heart of my own

And when I saw the flames engulfing me at the back of my hand

I did not knew the difference between lips that soothes and lips that bites

It made me so angry I wanted to strangle someone

Instead, I strangled myself 

Instead, I tattooed the flames on my thigh to the point where I couldn't stand

But the thing about rage is

It is the only feeling I understand and resonant with

It is all the things that are seen and unseen

Wrapped like an angel and the darkness within 

It is the like a slow dance in a burning room where the difference between air and smoke blurs

Until I am nothing but a starving animal looking for breadcrumbs of love

Something that will fill my heart, fill my hunger but all I get,

Is the kiss of that unwavering fury