My brother’s anger is :
a quiet prolonged stare
the shattering of a glass cup on ceramic tiles
the jangling of a bunch of unlucky keys
the screaking of door hinges pleading to be oiled.
the banging of a wooden door
the stomping of hurried soles on ceramic floor
the mirthless chortle of a starting car
the voomsh of a lexus zooming off
a long trail of white exhaust fumes
the swerving of lexus
the screeching of car tires
the echo of a distant bang gbahhhh!
the splattering sound of a car’s windscreen Shwah!
an unusual phone call from him on a Sunday afternoon
a stranger’s hasty voice…
a quiet prolonged stare.
My brother’s anger is the thin line between him living and dying.