I want to take an expensive vase
and smash it.
I want to let the shards carve rivers
into my feet and for my ****** footprints
to be a reminder of my daily battles.
Suddenly all of my pet peeves surface
like skeletons resurrecting from the bottom of an ancient lake.
A scream cuts through my throat like a knife.
Three words can describe what I feel.
**Too much noise.