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
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019