For the past few days, my inner voice has been screaming with every heartbeat. At the weather I normally love. At a power cut that may have otherwise seemed funny. At any inkling of obtuseness, or a delayed response. The drunk across the street that would not shut up - I feel like yelling in his face. An old lady stopping suddenly in front of me - normally I would be patient - now, I want to scream at her, the same split-second.
It's not a wail, or a yelp or a shriek. It's a battle-cry. The inarticulate bellow which, if revealed, would nonetheless be clear - perhaps clearer to any witnesses, than me. It's instant. I feel it forming in my throat, spawning a snarl across my lips.
There is nothing but aggression. There is no pain, nor want for something. There is no immediate frustration - just Rage.
I keep this beast hidden. For now, only few have glimpsed its shadow. They're not yet terrified - just worried; and sometimes resentful. I understand.
Take care!
