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