Shreds

On certain occasions, I take pleasure in overwhelming my emotions with a sense of frenzy. During one of these episodes, my fury and sentiments directed themselves at my collection of clothes... Feeling the urge to destroy, I grabbed a pair of shears and went to town, cutting everything into shreds, beyond the possibility of mending. Even my delicate nylon stockings got caught in the crossfire, but oddly enough, the destruction only fueled my satisfaction.