Caren Krutsinger Poet Free verse

I Was Breathing Brick Mad

I was breathing brick mad.
Fire truck kick off the side of a cliff bad.
My face was fury full.
There was no hiding it.

I was infuriated,
Wishing I had a machete or a sword.
Slicing off her head, or her hand
Might have been a bit of satisfaction.

I had been way too good to her.
I spent the day thinking how ungrateful she is.
Thinking how embarrassing it is to be this betrayed.
Wondering how I could make her pay, and in a mean way.

I was banshee-screaming, crying, wailing, sailing mad.
I threw things around, cut things up, and sliced up wallpaper.
Nothing was safe. I was in full revenge girl mode.
Wailing and keening did not help. I was breathing brick mad.


Written Feb. 10, 2019
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
Contest: Capture the Emotion

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M. L. Kiser February 11, 2019 at 7:01 PM Now, that is mad! Like: "full revenge girl mode". Good one. Caren Krutsinger February 12, 2019 at 12:00 AM When I am mad, the entire neighborhood knows it, and I live in a house a block from my neighbors. They come out to their porch to hear my pirate swearing because I am also yelling loudly enough to bring the police and the fire department.