Slighted

I was slighted today.

I thought of the butcher knives in my kitchen and the baseball bats in my garage. I thought of torture techniques and ways of infiltrating lives for the sheer purpose of manipulating them. Ugly facial scars appeared in my vision, and I thought of the years of pain that would follow: pain and shame. I thought of ropes and mechanical grinding devices, tools, mountain roads, cold creek waters, and blood; I thought of all kinds of things to keep me from acting on my vindictive tendencies. Chains and guns appeared in my mind, and I thought of screaming and squirming and yelling, and the sense of loneliness that many could experience in the end. I guess that’s what happens when a person shits on another person. One thing I know with certainty:

I was slighted today.

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