Gemotions

“Are you *kidding* me?” Maya spat the words, the email notification flickering on her phone screen. Her lip curled, a physical expression of the venom she felt. This was a direct personal affront, a deliberate act of disrespect. Her breath hitched, shallow and rapid.

She ripped the decorative tablecloth off the dining table, sending the plates and silverware clattering to the floor. The sound was satisfying. She wanted more. She wanted the world to feel the way she did – broken, shattered.

She started to gather everything breakable, stacking them on the floor, ready to be destroyed. Her hands began to shake as the desire to unleash grew even greater. She needed to destroy.