This emotion is deeper, more thoughtful, and less instinctive than anger.
Growing stronger through reliving, understanding, and judging.
It burns hotter within and changes the form of what contains it.
It’s not about reacting, but instead a calculated desire for painful and hateful justice.
I don’t just wish to punch back with the same pain that the original punch caused.
I wish to punch back with the festering evilness that came within, causing the punch to be thrown.
Throwing the punch out of their own moral character.
The punch revealing to themselves who they,
and also who I am, which is what the world is also.
It’s a desire for expression.
I want to throw themselves back at them,
while thanking them insolently.
Unless love puts it out
Sublimation for My Turmoil 