The walls were bland.
Until that fateful night.
It hit the wall in a spray like the flick of a brush in my hand.
I stood and began to enquirer what had just happened.
My temper got a little out of hand.
Yet I just created something interesting.
My emotion set the scene for my amazement.
I was merely preparing food and the hardships of the day got to me as I tenderized the steak.
My anger flared and I dropped the hammer as hard as I might.
Blood flew and spattered onto the opposing wall across the room.
I raised the tenderizer again, but my eye caught site of the mess I had made.
Instead of slamming the hammer into the meat once more, I simply let my arm down slowly and sat the hammer on to the counter top.
I stood there, my head tilted slightly to the side.
Admiring what had just happened.
I began to think about the symbolism of what had just occurred.
My hate created something magnificent in blood and yet it was only the beginning.
I grabbed the hammer again and concentrated on that feeling.
Over and over again I pounded into the slab of meat in front of me.
Blow after blow sent blood flying.
My arm began to tire and my aggression started to subside.
I braced my hands on the counter top, breathing heavily.
My eyes searched the walls around me and I could only smile at my creation.
It was like a crime scene without the body and miscellaneous bloody hand prints strewn about.
I wiped the sweat from my brow and my hand came away coated in crimson.
I too became part of the picture, I thought.
Quickly I walked out into the garage and grabbed as many cans of clean coat paint as I could carry.
I ran back to the kitchen and began the task of spraying down every wall.
All the while just thinking about how my frustration, my anger, my hatred, those raw emotions shown through in this room.
I thought about all those murders that you hear about on the news and various other shows.
I wondered if they at times felt this way after the big crime.
Looking at all the color they've just spread through out.
I wondered if they too thought their master piece was the best thing to ever grace the canvas.