A throat constricting, fist clenching, blood boiling fury.
Suppressed rage, condensing into a solid mass of anger, restricting breath.
If only, if only she could open her mouth, unleash the frustration in a single, saturated scream.
Instead, it remains bottled up.
Growing, slowly at first, the faster.
Increasingly easily proved. It manifests everywhere.
and she becomes the very embodiment of resentment.
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