Simmering
In the pit
Of her stomach
Rage erupts.
Volcano like
Rage;
through her
Stomach
To the top
Of her head
Fire
Emerges.
Her body
Shakes
and
Trembles
as
Anger
Is leashed.
The flame
Simmers
put
To rest
With
alcohol
you have pretty good imagery skills . I think you ended the poem too early frankly. Don't be afraid to dig deeper.
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