It begins with little things, glances, prods, and remarks that you casually dismiss at the time, but which over the course of the morning begin to form a hairline crack in my defences.

By mid afternoon the continued pressure causes the crack to become a fissure, slight but noticeable through close inspection. By close of play the pressure behind the crack has increased considerably, causing it to widen.

All it takes then is burnt piece of vegetable, too much salt on the vegetables, an apple that is slightly tart, a call that gets cut off mid sentence, and Krakatoa erupts.

Fiery red, I envision them dead.

Shaky hands,

as I master the plans.

All in my mind, so under control,

"Don't take it further" I hope that they know.

Can't take a breath,

or calm down my heart,

I know that I'll finish,

what I didn't start.

So back in my pocket,

My temper goes.

Hoping never to meet it,

I keep it controlled.

A tidal wave punching land,

Fluid, righteous

Eternal inhale

Breaking all capacity

Molten orgasm

Rolling over ribs

Until response becomes

Consumption of anything

Standing to face the cascade.

To lose a temper is:

driving a car and seeing the vehicle dozing towards a cliff as your hands are tied.

Seeing a free favorite drug set before you with no thought of consequence.

A nuclear bomb, already unstable, the chemist adding more of one element than needed.

An enormous stack of dominos waiting to be toppled over where they ignite dynamite on the last fall.

A ticking time bomb.

Icy storm.

The moments before feel like an

earthquake

But then they pushed too far

My eyes snap up

Cold as the snow and smooth as a

glacier

A tongue as quick as lightening

Lashing them with words they'll

never forget

It takes a lot to make me angry

But when I do

I leave a path of frozen destruction

in my wake