June 14, 2016 by lionswings June Poems: #3 My Anger stretches my skin so tight it burst forth like a rubber band shot across a classroom. I sit in a curdled heap as I watch my Anger fill the air with heat; it cooks my skin bubbly and crisp. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading... Related