Submitted in response to Words Alive’s QuaranTEENS prompt, All the Feels
If rage were a color, it would be red
as red as lipstick.
If rage were a taste,
it would be just like spicy sauce.
If rage were a smell,
it would be as bad as sulfur.
If rage were tangible,
it would feel like breaking a keyboard.
If rage were a sound,
it would be as loud as me screaming.