you tell me you have too much violence inside of you
that you give into the desire to rage and burn
too often and too easily
you speak of yourself as if you were a chainsaw
flung against innocent flesh
brutal and bloody in your fury
but you’re wrong
I’ve watched your anger blossom across your skin
like ice crystals across glass windowpanes
you my dear
are an assassin’s well-oiled gun
your heat tempered by cold and clinical control
the desire to avoid the attention that collateral damage causes
you don’t often shoot
instead brandishing your icy irritation
as a warning to those who cross you
so forget your worries love
your ire burns only those who fail to heed the warnings
of your trigger hand’s tilt
your anger [poem]
Larissa Lee 