I wonder why people don't use cold
to describe rage.
Sure, blood heats in anger,
but with true rage, senses numb
like hypothermia setting in.
as if blinded in a blizzard;
energy is leeched out from within
as if trapped beneath an avalanche.
Seeing your flurry-frenzy rage
has always sent shivers down my spine
that no heat ever could.
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