Sitting in silence, boiling within
The lidded pot on the lit burner
Hidden contents churning.
Gears in the head tick-ticking away
Clockwork with an awkward, break-neck pace
Logic flickers and dies.
Inexplicable sudden anger
No real cause or source of this feeling
Instantly furious.
A/N: Not sure where I'm going with this one. I was trying to capture a feeling/idea but the third stanza is just... ick. May continue this/rework this at a later point in time.
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