I threw the things on the kitchen table, yanked a black marker from my back pocket, and wrote erratically. I scribbled..then ripped. Scribbled then ripped… scribbling and ripping ..
Never Loved ME
GAVE UP ON ME
…with tears melting into my cheeks, I snatched the pages from the table, and pinned each one to the wall..a circle I formed…
…quickly I ran to the bedroom closet, on top of a chair I climbed, tossing shoe boxes, scarves, clothes, purses, anything and everything that was in my way..I threw…until I found it “Got it.”
On the floor fell the metal box..
Leaping down, I rushed to the corner of the room, near the bed, I knelt. Plucking away at the edge of a loose floor panel, I released the key.
With the box and key..I ran to the kitchen…dropped it on the table, opening, ..peering, “Beautiful.”
Firmly placed in hand, I gripped the silver gun..with my eye on the target I shot.
I shot..I fired..I shot..I fired.. I executed..I annihilated..I massacred, I obliterated, I assassinated, I slaughtered….I killed it all.