I beat my fists against the table like gavels
The skin splits and blood unravels.
But a blinding rage is all I feel
And the urge to kill is all too real.
Pain and fear are no longer a part of me
these are the last few moments I have my sanity.
I sense the twitch quake in my eye
And within a blink I say goodbye.
My hands find his throat, his eyes start to cloud
And I hear myself screaming far too loud.
I shake him, his life escaping in trickles
That’s when I tell him
“I said no fucking pickles!”