I wrote some more short poems

Playing around with a few options here.

Anger percolates
'neath my thin skin, threatening,
roiling, and boiling.

Cracking my knuckles
has become habit as I
try to perfect them.

Can razor-like nails
make a smooth surface perfect?
Or will they just scar?

Memories
warp and
warm over time.

Squishing
and squeezing
provides some relief.

(Prompt by me)

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