poison

if anger is poison
then I hope my venom
taints the very air you breathe
and the coldness of my fury freezes your lungs
with every inhale
come drink from the reservoir of my rage
feel it blacken your tongue
feel it curdle your insides
I hope the taste burns your throat
and you choke on the pain
I hope the words of my hatred
pierce your ear drums and burrow into the soft tissues of your brain
unable to be removed
I hope they hit their mark
every time
so that you can bleed
as I have bled
may my suffering
become yours
I am the wolf; my anger, my teeth
and you are the lame doe
forgotten by the herd
ready for the taking