I’ve been scooped out,
hollowed out.
There’s nothing left of feeling
except the emotions that 
Tear me apart,
Scrape clean my gut;
They’ve lit me on fire
from the inside out,
burned me up.
I’m ire animated,
anger walking.
I’m afraid that if
anger’s passion didn’t
Give me bones,
I’d have nothing left
To walk around inside my skin.