Like water boiling,
The feelings came slowly at first,
Small bubbles
Teasing the surface
Testing it.
Would it stretch?
Would it burst?
Small bubbles of fear
Anger,
Resentment,
Upset,
Joined together
And broke through the surface,
Boiling furiously
On and on.
Bursting in angry splashes;
Outbursts
Scalding all who came close
People tried to turn down the heat,
Suggested ways to stop the boiling,
But on it rolled;
On and on,
Furious
Fearful
Ferocious.
Until, like the pan,
The feelings boiled dry.
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