Anger: The Better Calm
One: The igniter caused sparks. The tide grew, beating the rocks. Tick.
The water and fire fought. I kept my eruption contained while my opponent unleashed spoken vipers that dug their canines into my heart, battling the water and coaxing my demons to spleen. I focused on the remaining water. I was praised for it all my life; my parents, my friends, and God himself all loved this calm part of me. They all loved the water, and I did too. But I always wondered why a low hum of violence rang throughout my days, why every time I held in this rage, it came back with fervent vengeance. I glanced behind me analyzing the demon triangle, in which magma sloshed about, tectonic plates increased its bubbling hate and earthquakes coaxed its action. The demon wanted to be released; it was only a matter of time.
