My mind is matted hair
Emotions a coiled spring
Bloods flows through clinched fist
Surge of energy gritting my teeth
Skins heats up from the boil
Sweat runs down
Hair feels every blow
A tremble raises slowly
Filling my body inward
All my universe’s power
Used not for action
But to keep from breaking someone’s face
Holding back
The pressure will fade soon
Another toll charged
It will come
The one I can’t contain
Day #294 SJD © 2019 Segundo Juan Devora. All Rights Reserved.
