the psychokiller inside wants to tear throat with teeth
spray her blood cross reception desk.
rip still beating heart from chest
throw it into the waste paper bin.
gouged smug eyeballs
tape to the top of the monitor in humourless jest.
I really hate being lectured by people I don't like
particularly in such a patronizing tone
her happy humming, content at having exercised her (non-existent) authority over me grates on my nerves and reminds me of how happy my mother gets after she has made a waitress cry
I did say I was in a bad mood today.