It starts out,
like tiny kernels,
harmless,
until someone,
knowingly
sets a fire below them,
and heat increases
with pulsing pressure.
...
Sitting there,
in boiling oils of
emotion,
they remain
rigid,
defiant,
until the fury
finally engorges
and the breaking point,
is at hand.
***
In a burst of anger,
they fly out,
and fling
around...
scalding the flesh
of all who stand
too near.
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No, don't get too close,
when the pot is that near
such a point...
'cause even with sweet buttery
toppings,
you won't enjoy the taste
of my popcorn anger!