I snake my way through your ventricles,
spawning venomous vipers
in the chambers of your chest.
I am the tremors twitching beneath
your surface, your skin straining
to contain my poison
I lurk like a limpet on ossified hearts
and seep like sap
from sharpened fangs.
I am a writer snapping a pen.
I am a monkey on your shoulder.
I am anger.