Excuse me, she mutters as the loser picked her pocket

Thank you, she thinks when it is proven missing

Excuse me, she screams as the bowl falls down the steps

Thank you, her fist slams through the door in rage

Excuse me, he queries, afraid suddenly

How are you, the walls look nervous

Did you have a good day, they’re trembling.

Then she reaches up and they collapse

Her fury destroys the world.

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