by Alex A., Age 12 , Grade 7, CALIFORNIA
Anger looks like a volcano erupting over a tiny little village. It tastes like salt pork with jalapeños on a hot day. It feels like a sunburn and a cut with saltwater rubbed in to make it hurt. Anger sounds like a charging pride of lions rushing toward a den of rabbits. It smells like a wildfire in a dry savannah. Anger makes me want to hide until the fresh rain of calmness comes to set out the flames.