Frustration

Frustration festers deep within and roils like acid in the stomach.
It rushes and burns its way up the gullet, and the aftertaste is bitter with the dredges of anger and tears.
The feeling blazes through veins once hot with blood, and ignites a fire in fingers that curl and clench.
Frustration is the first sign in a façade of friendship that will flatline in some near time.
I've had enough.
This is the first phase of good-bye and good riddance.
Soon you will be nothing more than a momentary ache I've soothed away.
Distance will be the beginning of my recovery.