Bad Day

It's a bad day. It's a no patience day. And that's just a bad day all around for everyone else.

See, that's what people get off on about me. Patience. Acceptance. I'm the Mother-fucking-Theresa of deviant thought and action.

But not today. Today, all you little flowers who come to me. Come to me begging, "Unfold me. Bloom me. Show me who I am." Today I want to crush you all. Stomp you under my boots. Fuck off and die if you haven't got the strength to find out for yourself.

Today I'm just too tired of being your haven. Your refuge. Of holding bloody hands and understanding the crimes. Tired of whispering righteousness back into your blood. I know, I know. A day or two from now, something will happen to completely renew my stores of patience and faith.

But not today.

Today I want to file my teeth and grind all your pink vulnerable parts to blood.