Thoughts

"Fuck you," she thought. She would have said it aloud, she wasn't embarrassed, but there was no point. There was no one around to hear her, and the person to whome the thought was directed wasn't even remotely close by.

She could have screamed it at top volume, but still no one would have heard. So she didn't waste her breath, or strain her vocal chords. She just thought it, venomously in her head.

It felt surprisingly good to think it, so she did it again. "Fuck you, Fuck YOU!" The best part of doing it this way was that she could actually see the words spelled out, poisonous green and dripping with bile, glistening with anger and resentment.

She didn't want to take the next step. That would be too far. She was angry, but she wasn't hateful. She wouldn't let herself enjoy thinking thoughts like those. This was enough.