Maleficent (A Poem Draft)

I want to rip up the papers on my desk
walk out with gleaming eyes
become the problem child

jump cut to me on the subway
listening to a hand picked soundtrack of
rebellion and excitement
turning the key in the lock

With flurries of fabric I pack my life into a suitcase
write a note-- see you soon (maybe)
cut my hair
until it only looks good at a certain angle
get the passport
go out the door

transition to me at the window seat on a plane
going who knows where
crying at the end of a movie
so hard
the woman next to me calls the flight attendant
and she will ask me "what's wrong?"
and there is no plausible answer