Everything is fluid, even anger.

Often it’s a slow burning wildfire, gradually gaining in size and strength until everything in it’s path is destroyed. It can be contained if caught early but when it explodes... I become the rage fueled sparks flying in a whirlwind around my body, incinerating everyone and everything I touch, burning people alive and turning cities to crumbling ash, a wave of destruction marking my path. I feel it in my chest, a deep burning that rapidly spirals and changes my body from flesh to fire, spreading thru my limbs until my very core is shaking with barely contained violence. This anger strikes fear in the hearts of many, but from ashes you can rebuild.

But some days... Oh, some days the anger is cold. Calculated. Seething. More a silent riptide than all consuming flame. Imperceptible at first, it quickly makes itself know. My eyes go dark, soulless, unflinching. I become a shark, a viper, the carefully controlled demon inside of me raring to be set free, ready to wreak havoc and rain hell down upon my enemies. This is the wrath you should fear. The moment I go quiet, when my body stills and my breathing calms, that is the moment you finally understand the depth of what true terror feels like. When a smile creeps across my mouth and a laugh filled with the devil erupts from between my lips, the end is near. The anger fills me, consumes me, awakens my inner predator. There is no coming back from the ruins I leave in my wake when this beast gets the scent of blood.

There is no hope. There is no salvation.

There is only ruin.