Rage is a beautiful thing.
It is all color and explosion and loud clanging and bursts of the imagination.
A frightening outpouring,
of profuse dialogues, diatribes, monologues,
a searing tongue-lashing in the spirit of release,
an action scene inside one’s own inner theater,
a skirmish, a silent movie, shared with nobody.
Like a whiplash, released into the vastness of the forgiving sky.