Sisterhood &

Homicidal tendencies

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.