Rage is red,
a fiery haze
behind the eyes.
Suffused in red,
an angry face
blotches to purple.
When wrath solidifies,
slowing and hardening
far past passion,
it darkens further
into engulfing black
deep and deathly.
Old anger's white,
icy – chilling bone
and freezing blood.
Cold fury stills
the heart, sharpens
the vengeful brain.
Created for Friday Writings #12: Colour – or the Absence of Colour at Poets and Storytellers United.
