Disintegration

She slipped and scoffed at him
That burning hell-hole of angst

Pouring lavish resentment
Into stewed remains of love

Something she’d never have done
No matter what anyone did to her

But the sick, thick, twisted irony
Kept choking – corrupting senses

As witnessed generation patterns
Acid-pouring on purity’s memory

So she lashed out in a short burst
Because he had untrained her dog

Who was too big to be jumping up
And now had adopted anarchy in

The name of another’s propagation
Passive-aggressively unraveling all

And she clipped that it was his fault
The thick skull had cracked his tooth

Ashamed that she had degenerated
Unable to restrain responding rage