FAZES: ANGST

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ANGST


    I want to break something, to hit something fragile on a hard wall and listen intently to it splintering. Destroy totally, take action - purposeful or not.
  To do something finally, something that is concrete but not complicating things like weakness, just the drunken and happy feeling of doing wrong to intimidate.
  I broke mother's favorite glass cup, a mixed sense of achievement moves from my lower belly to my chest and now against my will, my torso bends to gather the pink jagged pieces. Quickly.

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