Forever Free

Delusion

I have been ignited. 

He flipped my switch. 

Past memories fuel the sweltering frenzy of fury within the heart of my core. 

My feelings of hate become overpowering, no longer manageable. 

Too incredibly deep to simply forget, much less forgive. 

He is pain.

He is nothing more than useless suffering. 

A cruel ironic joke in itself. 

My blood boils with just the mere thought of him, burning my skin, to the point of being scalding hot to even come near.

I'm on the verge of erupting, radiating a powerful amount of heat. 

I came to learn that he brings out the worst in me. 

Respect, is not something I ever receive from that foul piece of lowly trash.

He feeds my fire endlessly, with loads of dense dry hardwood.

Encouraging, my passionate anger to continue to grow and blaze fiercely in my chest. 

The flames only grow larger. Hotter. Closer, to the surface. 

Dancing behind my eyes they serve as a reminder and a warning.

I physically tense up at the idea of him, my hands clenching into tight fists, my nails digging into the soft flesh of my palms.

The natural reaction turns my fingers a deathly white.

The aching in my jaw grows more prominent with the grinding of my teeth. 

 With my jaw stubbornly set and my eyes lowered to a maleficent glare.

There is no doubt in my distaste for him. 

The flames crave revenge, reaching outwards and licking towards the plentiful of entertaining possibilities. 

These new options tempt me, laying just beyond my finger tips.

With a simple stretch they are easily attainable.

All I need I need is a nudge. 

The tiniest encouragement and I can pounce. 

I yearn to devour him in the fiery depth of my pain.

There will be no mercy. 

I take karma's place for this.

In anxiety, my body twitches uncontrollably.

He deserves nothing less than the gruesome scenarios I have created in my head.

 In the end, accepting everything I feel; ever felt and it only takes a moment before I completely and utterly explode into vengeful flames.

Nurturing the beautiful wildfire, I guide them.

He will not escape my grasp.

My fury.

Unleashing my destructive monster of a fiery creation, my decision is final.

He will burn. 

And on my terms. 

Suddenly with a lurching roar I envelope him. 

Disappearing within the flare, all that shall remain are the screams, pleads, empty promises, meaningless apologies and maniacal laughter before all is calm like the ocean before a deathly storm, once again.