i hate you you stupid bitch

fuck you i'm not doing your work
you sick, snotty nosed child
how angry do i need to not get before
the crosswinds pull me from my hair
and the skin of my bones withers
i will be an old sorceress, powerless as dreams, and
your hate will remain particularly virulent.
silent, i'm as sure of this as you're sure of injustice.

and life can be sweet