"fury" [day one poem a day late]

fury
heart pounds
nostrils widen
blood speeds
pupils enlarge
vision distorts
words spew

less red; more blue
pupils return to size
blood pace slows
nose resumes shape
heart rate calms
words, like twirling blades, stay out there
doing their damage
that's the thing about fury

i'm learning to give myself
twenty-four hours
before speaking