Takedown Stories

Your violence is beautiful to me. I've watched temper tantrums before. Screaming until lungs are raw, throwing dishes and paper, stomping feet and angry faces. But you- you are like watching a hurricane. I am afraid, and I am captivated by the whirlwind in front of me. Fury rolls off you in waves, like thunder and storm clouds just before lightning strikes. And when you do strike, there is only white light. Pain. Heat. Ad...