Blahsphemy

I hate famous people smiling at me from magazines. I hate them for being what I am not. I hate them because they have nothing to do with me. I hate them because I have nothing to do with them except hate them.

Egos pumped by weights. Skin glistening with sweat. Mirrors reflecting vanity. The battle rages everyday.    

The daggers were drawn. He could see the cold steel in her eyes. All she wanted was a provocation. He decided to lie low. That's what set her off.