POWER AND CONTROL
Power.
He wanted power. Power over his family. Power over his company. Power over his co-workers. Power over his help. Power over me. Even power over our little kitten, Pluto.
On Monday he slammed his fits in the nose of his brother - said he wasn't listening when he asked him to stop making fun of him.
On Tuesday he didn't let his employees have a christmas bonus - said those "motherfuckers" didn't earn it.
On Wednesday he got a dry cleaner fired - said she ruined one of his favourite shirts; he has over 200 shirts.
On Thursday he got our housemaid arrested - said he thought he saw her steal something.
On Friday he slammed Pluto against the wall - said he was in the way, nearly making him trip.
On Saturday, when we were clearing off the table, he handed me a plate and told me not to drop it.
I dropped the plate.
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Thunderstorms at 2 AM
PoesiaI get these thunderstorms at 2 AM and this is what they are. (Monologues, poems, letter entries, etc)
