I Saw the Smirk and I Knew

I am supposed to always be kind, nice, sweet. But sometimes my werewolf gorilla she-wolf comes out. I have to tamp her down, and pretend she is not ready to Bite off a child’s leg or better yet devour his head. Today in the lunchroom was one of those times When a particularly irritating child threw something past six tables into the trash and smirked. I turned and saw the smirk and knew. It was the smirk I recognized instantly. The smirk from my youth.