he knows, he knows

[phoenix_moth]

my anger is quick and hot and violent and burns nauseating and white-coldness up through my stomach and chest and lungs to my throat and then after a curious process of alchemy and molten vowels out come vicious words and acid spit and the desperate desire both to burn everything down around me
and for someone to cool me down.

nobody ever does. they just run as far as they can to get out of the way.