The Dying of the Light

The red mist came over her
a bright dangerous anger
engulfing all
ready to explode
and splinter
into sharp shards
slicing everything touched.
When the explosion subsided
and settled into surliness
the red faded 
into monochrome
and the only colours left
were the greys,
but the anger
still whirled 
and churned
and screamed
inside and out
as it choked the colours
and the bright white
with darkness
heavy as diamond hard granite
impenetrable
immovable
weighing her down
dragging her deeper 
into the black hole
with the dying of the light.