Silent Fury
“Your anger is very childish,” the boyfriend just informed me. “Not adult-like at all.”
He stared, bemused, as I quietly punched the couch in a bitter, mimed rage.
“It’s a silent fury,” I replied. I usually do the quiet scream at work. It’s violently subtle.
That picture, by the way? I painted it as a child. It was one of the few paintings I ever did. Mostly because it was one of my first efforts, and it so adequately summed up what I was trying to express at the time, that I felt there wasn’t much point in trying harder.
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