Naked and alone
on the cold kitchen floor,
Her bra and undies
tangled in his
heart strings
He uses her heart,
to slurp coffee from.
Her love goes down,
like sugar and sweet cream.
He hangs her dreams
from the paddle fan.
Rage spins on high.
Blue appears purple,
through her rose-colored eyes.
the kitchen begins to suffocate
Promises shatter,
with every door he slams.
Disappointment cuts,
like bridges of spoiled eggshells.
He is Volcanic.
He feasts on her desires,
then picks his teeth
with the bones in her closet…
He punches
his fists through walls,
Her rubbled soul escapes,
piece by peace
He Hates her
for loving him,
but he takes it anyway.
She is starving,
through madness.
If she could eat his shadow,
she would…
Instead, she snacks on freedom.
Elephant Under the Bus 