Gemotions

The sting of violation was fresh and sharp. His meticulously crafted poetry, his carefully chosen words, were now being used to sell overpriced perfume. The audacity of it! He felt the heat in his cheeks and the sudden tightening in his chest.

He rose from his chair, his hands instinctively clenching into fists. He had to make them understand. He was driven.

He went to the advertising agency responsible, ignoring the dismissive glances. He began to speak, his voice a low growl, to the person who’d made the decision. They would listen, or he would make them.