It’s a snake. She’s black too, but the kind of black the night sky is. She’s dark. She’s vivid. She’s powerful.
She’s real. She can never leave you, and sometimes, you want her to leave you. She can be your strength, and she can be your weakness.
She speaks your mind when you lose it, she’s there when your sibling’s a bother, she’s there when you don’t understand something.
She fights. She will fight hard, and when you think she’s done fighting, she will fight even more.
Her enemy is Conscience. Conscience makes her mad, and Conscience makes her strong. She fights Conscience with all she has.
The longer she fights, the less control she possesses. She looses herself in an effort to protect, she grows stronger and out of control.
Fangs, venom, whipping tail, flared hood, she fights Conscience and eventually she fights you. Your body turns from heavy to angry.
She is Anger. Anger must be held back. She must be held back. Nothing can hold back Anger.
She rises, hissing, spitting, glowing, menacing, fighting Conscience and fighting you. She’ll fight you and everyone and everything around you.
Her Anger will infect you.
You will be a danger to be around.
You can’t fight fire with fire. You must drown it with water.
Imagine never finding water.