The Last Straw

My blood is boiling,
My teeth are clenching....
Muscles tensing,
Cheeks heating,
Fists clenching,
Heart breaking,
Stomach knotting,
Skin itching,
All over, pulse throbbing,
Soul screeching,
Head aching,
Brain screaming,
Gears turning,
Ears ignoring,
Eyes, red seeing,
For the knife, I will be reaching....
This is the last straw, I have seen one photo too many of that b**ch,
I will scratch this itch
To end that wench, that baseborn, beef-witted, mooncalf,
From the wheat, she is nothing but the chaff,
At her measly, little, worthless, overexaggerated, existence, I laugh.
I have slammed my fists upon that counter,
More times than I can muster
To count,
Ire, bubbling just beneath the surface, like a seamount,
Like an underwater volcano, ready to erupt,
At any moment, abrupt.
I have cried,
I have tried
To hold my anger in,
But time and time again, it does win.
It is time for a catharsis,
This tearful frustration has been a daily basis.
It is time for me to do something about it,
Time for me to end it,
To end the pain and suffering
I have been feeling,
To do something about that "human being"
Or so she is called,
And silence the voice in my head, that over and over again, has called.