As you awake, you welcome plots of vengeance to load into your mind.
Ticking through precisely how you’ve been slighted, you plan your attack.
Once you’ve strategized to your ego’s content, you await your prey.
You see your moment for attack in the form of the expected holiday call.
Starting with the obligatory niceties, you set Hamlet’s stage.
Then teasingly, you press the sharp blade against the heart of your victim.
With one quick forward thrust, you stab with vicious words to fatally wound.
Slowly withdrawing the knife, you twist to ensure evidentiary stains.
With a smirk of self satisfaction at your lethal skills, you retreat into yourself.
Hanging up you think you achieved your goal, as you revisit it with relish.
But the joy of battle triumph fades as the lonely hours tick by.
It finally dawns on you that you haven’t really won anything at all.
Being Claudia Theodore 