Gore and Ships

I pace back and forth among the kitchen tile. My headache was growing upon my shoulders. I reach up and grasp my shoulder muscle to relieve the pain. I begged the lord for a cigarette. The pressure was getting too much for any of us to bear. My anxiety was through the roof. Any minute I could burst, and grab the nearest sharp object. My emotions would be masked by all of this insanity and plunge that sharp object right into the first person  who crossed my path. Picturing the blood spilling out of their mid-section put a smile on my face.