Spitting venom; wielding a broom,
shards of hatred pierce the room
ricochet dangerously, seeking the target
finding the focus is not stone hearted
but angered by mimicry scorn and display
blinded by clarity just turns away.
Little by little, bit by bit,
relationship splinters, scatters and hits,
destroying the values, the love and the trust.
Damaged, dysfunctional, best left to rust.
Forensically sifting through previous pain,
needing to highlight that insight was gained,
so able to indicate just who to blame;
best move away quietly, to board the next train.
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