NEW POEM: ANGER

About a year ago I wrote a blog post about writing poems in which emotions are personified. Here is another effort:

Anger

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.