'Decision' - Domlijah - PG - Wrath - written for
lotrips100 challenge
Pulsing, pounding, rushing through his veins. Gurgling up his throat, words bitter, acrid on his tongue, craving to be spat out. Lump swallowed. Difficult.
The white flash of a smile aimed in the wrong direction bringing white tinges to the edge of his vision. Clenching, unclenching. Teeth and hands.
Bubbles of anger threatening to burst out like air in old water pipes. Splashing, freezing, drowning. No air.
Consuming.
A step forward. Clench, unclench. Grind.
Stopping, turning, walking away. Pulsing receding with each step, forming something cold, hard and painful in the pit of his stomach.
More painful.
Less dangerous.
Wrath.