Use all your tools
To crush her, to grind
her unrecognizable.
Show her what happens
when someone leaves
you, leaves YOU.
She’ll be sorry when
there’s nothing left
of her but
pieces
of
broken
Watch her crumble,
stomp on her, kick
what’s left, and then
call her a breakdown,
a total loss, a waste,
watch her fall
trying to save
the children,
holding them
up, keeping
their heads
just above
your angry
tide, while
you, you
laugh at
her struggle,
watch the waves
swallow them,
and whisper in your
tiny, monstrous voice,
“I win.”
Talking to the Clouds 
It’s all bravado. Does anybody really win? A potent poem.
No one wins. Thank you for reading.
Phew! That’s the power of words. Fantastic writing.
Thank you very much for your kind words.
You’re welcome
I love it Sarah, you have an amazing talent with words
Jane x
Thanks, Jane, you are are great supporter and friend 🙂
can’t like it – it’s too close to some people’s truth
yes, I know.
Can’t go wrong with waves! Eternally fascinating http://fotorichter.wordpress.com/2013/08/22/jugendstilwelle-art-deco-wave/
this crawled into corners i try hard to forget,
so sorry you had a similar experience sarah.
no one should, i hope the writing at least
allowed for some catharsis….take good care.
thank you…and you take care, too
Wow.. I felt this
that is a wonderful compliment – thank you
I felt it too. I have a friend this happened to and thought of her. Wonderful poem. Truthful and hard to read. That is what makes it so good. 🙂
Thank you for your kind words, and I am very sorry you’ve had to experience it 😦
True–it’s hard to like; but you write so well about what’s horrible and ugly.
thank you very much
An all too familiar story for too many people… I felt the pain within the words.
Painful read, worried soulsearching – surely I did not behave like that?
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Very powerful. No one wins.
You write well. I love the realism of your poetry.