The fraying twine breaks. The last bare thread holding the string together lets go, and with it the twine breaks. It crumbles to nothingness and the wave is released. I feel its awakening. I feel the mighty stretch it gives before spreading its limbs into every crevice of my mind. It is a never ending blanket that encompasses my very core, it is everything I am and everything I wish I am not. It laughs at the remnants of twine lying dead at its feet. It roars its joy at breaking free and spreads within me as nothing but a wave can.
I feel it filling me. I feel every inch of the spreading wave changing my thoughts and altering the very structure of my mind. It is fire coursing through me and setting me ablaze. It burns and blackens. It roars and explodes. My anger is alive, almighty and all consuming. It spreads within me and colors everything with its fire until nothing is left of me. I have so much of it pent up, held together by pieces of twine too thin to hold it back. It breaks free and consumes me. It fills me with blind rage, it covers my strength with anger and uses it as fuel. All my reservoirs go into fueling the flame and I have nothing to douse the rage and pull it back. It is like an infection, it sickens all the good and turns it into black. Try as I might to keep it locked within my flesh it escapes. It lashes at those around me, it burns them with my new fiery thoughts, it licks madly about and swallows anything that crosses its path. It is a sickness. It is who I am under layers of self-control. I am anger and rage.
The fire burns all its fuel and nothing remains but ash and ember. I knot the two pieces of twine together. I pull the beast back into my center. I put it back into its sound proof corner, and tie the locks with many knotted strings of twine. I sit by its side and lull it to sleep. It is satisfied with the carnage it reaped, and with a soft smile it goes to sleep. I search for more twine and add more knots. I tie it as tightly as I can. I sit by its prison and look at the ashy ruins of my mind. The wave burned through my every part. I am left amidst chaos and black ash. I look for water, but I find none.
I feel it filling me. I feel every inch of the spreading wave changing my thoughts and altering the very structure of my mind. It is fire coursing through me and setting me ablaze. It burns and blackens. It roars and explodes. My anger is alive, almighty and all consuming. It spreads within me and colors everything with its fire until nothing is left of me. I have so much of it pent up, held together by pieces of twine too thin to hold it back. It breaks free and consumes me. It fills me with blind rage, it covers my strength with anger and uses it as fuel. All my reservoirs go into fueling the flame and I have nothing to douse the rage and pull it back. It is like an infection, it sickens all the good and turns it into black. Try as I might to keep it locked within my flesh it escapes. It lashes at those around me, it burns them with my new fiery thoughts, it licks madly about and swallows anything that crosses its path. It is a sickness. It is who I am under layers of self-control. I am anger and rage.
The fire burns all its fuel and nothing remains but ash and ember. I knot the two pieces of twine together. I pull the beast back into my center. I put it back into its sound proof corner, and tie the locks with many knotted strings of twine. I sit by its side and lull it to sleep. It is satisfied with the carnage it reaped, and with a soft smile it goes to sleep. I search for more twine and add more knots. I tie it as tightly as I can. I sit by its prison and look at the ashy ruins of my mind. The wave burned through my every part. I am left amidst chaos and black ash. I look for water, but I find none.
