I’m stupefied, thunderstruck,
flabbergasted & confused.
Suppressed rage flows
through a hammering heart
& convulsing veins.
A spastic smile curls your
twitching lips into a disgusted
wicked spastic smile.
You maniacally gesticulate
with nostrils flaring,
furiously peering through
eyes that widen incredulously.
When you see I smile like a saint,
and don’t contort in agony from
your fist to my helpless face.
No hysterical voice comes from
my drawn and pinched countenance.
My eyes narrow as I peer down
my nose at your blood stained
hand, used to beat so many others
I give you a superior grin and get
ready to return the blow a hundred
times. Invigorated by my adrenaline
I get a sunny feeling in my soul
when I see blood draining from
your anguished face.
Dark shadows form and I see
a mute appeal for forgiveness
that I ignore as I smash a blow
into your pouting grimace and
see you’re stupefied, thunderstruck
A fitting ending I know, for someone
like you who would punch a man
for wearing a dress.
anger > poetry