Fist

You go to do the dishes again
Leaving me to die.
Water splashing every piece of glass
Every clank and clash is just like
Nails driving into skin
My body is on fire with the flames
Hatred burning every body line
Eyes of fire and steel, swimming back and forth within my
Brain. Every time I hear the ‘f**k you’ driving your
Brigade, the stallion which took me down, the
Burning, raging hate. Betrayal . . .
Fury filling like a truck’s
Propane. Building up a slow crescendo,
to the edge of my
distaste. I’ll back it up, into your
Calm and collected-
Dishwashing demeanor, right between your
Eyes of anger. Then we’ll see who smote dagger, my pet, the iron fist of . . .
Rage.