Anger taught me how to
crush a tomato, gouging out
soft flesh inside its body,
letting it bleed out
clear slimy juice. I would
throw it out the window
like a baseball pitcher,
watching it fall, hostile
to the hard ground.
Splat!
The messy carcass lies in
red and orange, one dirty work
to release Wrath from my hand.
As a part of Year 2 Poetry Coursework Submission 'Emotional Capsule'
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