wtf pwm

a poem about being mean

Brittany Wallace

before i left
i envisioned myself setting fire to your collection of self-help books
knowing your mother bought them for you made me feel slightly
more destructive
i also envisioned myself
punching through your drunken squinty eyes
and hitting with my fist your confused and unexplainable neuroses
leaving disorganized cracks in your psyche that i hoped you'd be
able to see through