Anger

It stinks, it reeks of old socks,
it was electrifying and it filled me up,
it truly was anger.

I released the sound of anger, it was loud;
it screeched and moaned,
my teeth gnashed together in frustration.

Anger tasted colourful,
it was salty and sweet,
a hint of bitterness and revenge,
it over whelmed me and at that moment all I wanted to do was punch something,

it wasn’t a solid nor a liquid or a gas.
It was just there.

(not done)