Anger

I am Trikaya the
Terrible
Three faced
Woman
I speak many
Tongues
And
Interpret
The language of your
Desires on
A foreign shore.

Like buttery toast
I swallow
You; crunch
While slurping
I gorge
You are besotted
I smile in vindicated glory
You smile in sloth,
Enslaved.
Enraged
I suction you in
And spit and spray out
The waste
And
Always
I take
Your soul
For granted.

I straddle upon a broomstick and see
Blackholes of vision
I am at the event horizon
Of your
future
termination
I am an annihilator
Through
The worm hole
Of destiny
I always seek
The End
Is my
Mission.