October Leaves Against a Stormy, Night Sky

[Kelly_Sprout]

I really don't like that man.
Hate him? No, I don't hate him.
If I hated him, I'd kill him.
Fact is,
I don't care if he lives or dies.
But when I see him,
An animalistic, rumbling growl
Begins to form in my hands
As they clench into fists
And an overwhelming longing grows within me
To savage him;
To leave him bloody and broken.
Defenseless.

Maybe I'm more graphic than you
But haven't you met someone
Who rouses urges like these?

Someone who stares back
From the mirror
At you?