My teeth tighten,
locking my jaw shut,
my nose scrunches,
allowing the rage to reverberate

I shudder,
My libs trembling,
My mind reeling,
My hand reaches for the strands
That stick to my head,
Pulling.
Yelling.
Screaming.

My breathing quickens,
My hand grips the shelf,
I breathe,
In.
Out.
In.
Out.

And one by one,
I yank,
Each and every book,
From the shelf,
Thrusting them to the ground,
My fingers digging into the spines,
Tearing,
Seething.

In.
Out.
In.
Out.
I breathe.