What do you call wrath of the highest order possible? Burning, scalding, fuming, boiling, erupting, fury? Volcanic teeth-gritting, violent, uncontrolled, heart-burning, explosive, mad, murderous, Kolaveri rage?
Resentment so intense that all the disgusting, ghastly, horrifying, terrible swear words of all the languages in the entire world combined cannot substantiate? Hatred, so deep, so dark, so sinister, so red with extreme loathing and repugnance and detestation that every bone and every RBC in your body screams murder. Anger that would put all the angry birds to shame. Anger that bubbles over and makes you shake and scream and cry and wish the world’s greatest miseries may befall the appalling creature. Anger backed by an abysmal, atrocious, mind numblingly excruciating history. A staggeringly painful past. Inhuman. Unspeakable. Inexcusable.
What do you call that feeling? More importantly, what do you do when you feel like this? I feel so angry like I will explode like a volcano. The only good thing about the entire situation is, I’m glad that for the first time ever, anger is all I feel towards him. Pure, unadulterated, burning, scalding, fuming, boiling, erupting, fury. And beyond.