Red

Red.
Fiery.
Bubbling hot,
Sometimes when the feeling gets too overwhelming,
I imagine myself tapping into it,
Just under the surface of my skin,
Rage so
It pains my chest,
Trickling into everything I touch,
Damaged.
Used goods.
Past its prime,
Overdue.
Doubt fills my ever thinking mind,
Apathy seems to follow me.
April 2022- R1