My Satisfying Revenge Dream

I grabbed my steel machete and chopped off her head. She is dead now, she is dead now, she is cement dead. My first husband slept through it, I can hear him snore. I got my boss, I can get you too, I say, my imagination full of gore. My hazel eyes pop open and I realize I have done it again. I kill my boss nightly, in my dream world, surely this is a sin. But she deserves it, I think. My latest review was mean. She is haughty and stuck up, fancies herself a queen. During the day at work I pretend I like this arrogant woman a lot. I fawn and grovel, pretending she is not Kansas City's biggest snot. Today she was talking college words way above my head again. I visualized myself cutting her measly throat, surely this is a sin. Are you with me? She haughtily asked as she graphed. I saw the ornamental sword on the wall and I laughed. Seeing her head rolling around on the floor helped me a lot. I cannot wait to see what I do in my dream tonight to the snot.