Big Black Blue

There's this thing. This thing inside us all that ignites every so often. This fire that sputters to life on a rusty engine, but a flame that glows blue towards the climax. It's the layer on your cake; the black frosting gone bad. You feel every cell in your body tighten within it's molecular space, you feel your heart starting, you feel the rage that glazes over your mask, but you hold it in. Well, most of us. Sometimes you see black. This is the worst. The world is a whirlpool, sucking your life through the opening. The cracks seep your emotion; but you have none. Your face is a mask here; a blank page without the date at the top. You're a title without the line. Other times you're blue. Your tears are liquid ice, biting your cheek with each release. You're the ocean. Following and swaying is your only companion. Your breath comes in sighs and exasperated exhalations. Your hands feel like a water bottle. Dripping with precipitation. Your stomach is in knots. Each one pulling on the next; your life becomes a game of tug-o-war. You're at war with yourself. This emotion only bleeds black and blue. Anger fuels your life.