In my mind, I am killing you.
Outwardly, I smile
I say things with a bright and interested look.
“Of course you still fit into those shorts.”
“Oh, yes please tell me how you make your meatloaf. Again.”
“No, I don’t mind watching the twins.”
“No, I don’t mind watching the twin ferrets.”
But in my mind,
You are slowly sinking in lava.
Your hair has just burst into flame
Or, if I’m not feeling particularly bloodthirsty….
Your hair has just turned green. And leafy.
In my mind….