Anger is a shrine I never meant to build,
yet it burns, perpetual, in my chest—
a red cathedral of unchecked flame.
It does not singe the ones who wound me,
only char the altar of my trembling.
I house the blaze,
tongue curled in cinder,
lungs perfumed in ash—
a yearning to let the fire leap
into the world and leave it scorched.

Abel Saldaña (he/him) is a poet and fiction writer whose work explores memory, identity, and the quiet chaos of everyday life. He currently resides in Orange County, California with his wife and two cats. 

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