Savage

Sometimes I see the wild animal,
Gnashing teeth—crazy eyes—growling rage—
A nightmare manifest.
Though calm outside, I feel crazy too
—sometimes.

Fists clenched—muscles tense—
A taut string ready to lash
At the unsuspecting wanderer.
The rabid animal—
Frothing at the seams.

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