Juicy
She tastes it on her tongue, it's like a copper penny or maybe just the taste in your mouth when your Momma runs a red light and almost kills you and all of the people driving on the street with her.
Yes, that is the taste of rage. First she has the taste, next she is standing up and pounding on the girl and swinging at her friends and there is long hair caught in her fist¡no not hair, just weave. Girls are crying and the teacher is holding her arms down against her body and screaming over and over, 'Juicy stop!' And then suddenly she can breathe and think again.