Anger

Anger - Book III of A Study in GriefIf Bargaining is a hand still reaching, Anger is that same hand closing into a fist.These poems stop asking. They confront directly - divinity, a debt that will never be paid, a shadow that's followed long enough to know every secret. Some of it burns loud enough to reshape the sky. Some of it is colder: a calm, measured voice that tells you, very politely, exactly how close you're standing to fire. There's transformation running through all of it - the moment someone stops being who they were and becomes something built entirely out of what broke them.Not every fire here is loud. Some of them just burn quietly, for a very long time.