Mind's Eye Imagery

I was once asked to describe how the fractured facets of myself presented themselves to my mind's eye - the image of a great iron-wheeled palanquin sprang to mind. The child peering out from a shuttered window, the remorseless defender in heavy slabbed armour standing before it, and tied to a leash to the defender a ravening wolf-human hybrid beast with claws and teeth dripping with blood. Its a crude image, but it works.

Anger

This is how it feels to be angry - white hot and ice cold and sick to the stomach all at the same time. Words stumble and mix as they stumble from a thickened tongue and clumsy jaw, and I swear I feel my IQ plummetting as the adrenaline kicks in, making my heart beat faster and my limbs tremble. The heat prickles my brow, sweat burning at my hairline. The ice lies in my bones, caging the second thoughts that would moderate what I would say. The silent scream feels like it will burst my ribs unless I give it voice, leaving me open and vulnerable and guilty for daring to speak up.