Anger

She's a little bit drunk

Buzzed; no tipsy.

In a pool of despair she sits

Singing to herself.

Rocking back and forth.

Slowly she rises.

Still singing, the wheels in her head

Are still and she mumbles words only meant for her.

Pacing in her jungle

Her thin wall quakes;
In the after shock  

She screams.

Loud enough to silence the sound of her breaking heart.

Loud enough to drown his voice in her head.

Trying so hard to dispel all of him in her.

Her bloodshot eyes from

The mix of tears, booze and rile;

More intoxicating than he was. 

Scour the room like a search dog.

Panic and the force of pettiness urge her on

While the audience of furniture

Patiently watch.

Her search dog eyes find that which they seek.

Furiously she types and just as furiously she deletes.

The twins; Panic and Petty

Won't have that

Like two demons they goad

Until she gives.

With the draw of breathe

She hits send.

Nkem Oyaghire