Anger and Reality (Fiction, based off experiences)

Your anger scares me. It’s like a living monster in my dreams. It’s the monster in my closet, under my bed, in my heart, in my mind, in fiction, and in reality. It determines my strengths and weaknesses. My body knows when it’s around naturally, as if a predator knows its prey. It frightens me to no end, to know that your anger’s presence is around me. I will bow my head, on my knees, and beg for your forgiveness. I will make myself better. No matter what, please, don’t leave me. Your anger tells you to walk away, while my soul is screaming your name, begging you to not leave my side. Don’t walk away from me, your back to my face. The image is forever etched into my mind, shattering my dreams into nightmares.