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 