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!”

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