Her Anger

"Insufferable," she proclaimed, storming forward towards anywhere.  Anywhere but here, she thought.  The rush of heat that had overwhelmed her head and the back of her neck now throttled down her arms and she clinched her fists.  She wanted to hit the walls as she walked, sometimes she hated being a woman, especially now, when she wanted to act out violently so someone could visibly tell how she really felt.  Through the rage she saw flashes of how the night would go, instead of seeking revenge she would be alone and crying, she hated this as well.

Fumbling for the keys to her car, she couldn't help think what she had thought a million times before.  That people only want from her, and how she was always willing to give part of her, hoping that someday someone would take the gift of her and cherish it, and give it back to her.  In her rage she affirmed that this was impossible.  The feelings of rage started to give way to its partner, hopelessness.  Melancholy, her most trusted friend, made an entrance, knowing that it would be a long night .

Though she knew it was an exercise in futility, she turned on the radio, hoping to find a song to instantly clear her head.  A momentary pipe dream that the perfect song would inspire her to turn up the radio, turn down the windows, and raise her hands in groovious victory complete with smiles and laughs out loud.  But as she feared, song after song only brought her back to that which she for the moment hated.

The night would be long.

Comments

[Ashleigh]

Sometimes I think you are inside my head.

[Lisa]

You must be reading my mind. That is very scary!