His lips move, stumbles over words.
Long pause
Professor seems concerned
for his obvious lack of intelligence,
her eyebrows lowered.
I wonder what it would feel like
to grab the thin iPod from the desk,
and fling it against the wall.
How many pieces would it break into?
I wonder what it would feel like
to grip his greasy hair,
and slam his head,
just once,
onto the peeling table top?
I smile to myself and cross my arms,
the fantasy playing out again and again.
Apr 25, 2012
Apr 25, 2012 at 1:58 AM UTC
His lips move, stumbles over words.
Long pause
Professor seems concerned
for his obvious lack of intelligence,
her eyebrows lowered.
I wonder what it would feel like
to grab the thin iPod from the desk,
and fling it against the wall.
How many pieces would it break into?
I wonder what it would feel like
to grip his greasy hair,
and slam his head,
just once,
onto the peeling table top?
I smile to myself and cross my arms,
the fantasy playing out again and again.
I become markedly more violent while PMS-ing. Just a glimpse into my twisted, hormonal brain.
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