I want to clench my fingers
Round her chubby neck
And squeeze until my thumbs shatter
As she chokes, in claustrophobic panic,
For next life-saving breath.
I want to watch tears of straining effort
Gather, swimming in her eyes as skin
Pales to a greyish blue. And when
She gives her last, final, gasp –
I want to stomp on her limp body
Like a toddler stamping irritants
From tantrumming mind.
I want only to be free.