Poem #5

[StevenA]

Edited S1:

Stared down
By boiling eyes.
Abuses simmering
Delivered warm.

Words emanating
Punches projecting.
Not heard, not felt
But understood.

I smell the fumes
While waiting to burn
In your ire.

This poem is well done. The language you used makes clear the tension here and the imagery is great. The only thing I feel the need to say is concerning the final line. I felt a bit disappointed when I reached it. It lacks the intensity I felt with the other lines. I think a good adjective would do wonders for it, insatiable is the one that comes to my mind.
But that's just me!
Again, good work.