I stare at the man in the mirror. At his belly. I feel the knife clutched in my hand. I want to drive it deep into that belly. Ripping it open. Spilling his guts on the floor. His eyes meet mine. A mocking smirk on his lips. "You wouldn't dare. You haven't the guts. Ha!" Is he right? Could I? Would I? I keep staring at his belly. The desire is overwhelming. Should I? No, I can't. Again, my deepest craving remains unfulfilled. Someday?