Broken bust,
Smashed statue.
Thrown across floors in a rage –
Yet only managing to crack thy face,
Into two perfect halves.
Suddenness Of Metaphor Strikes Me.
Bipolar halves,
I was subjected to.
Split face syndromes,
Love bombed,
To screamed at.
I’ll gather my fire axe,
Smash the rest to dust.
Suddenness Of Metaphor Strikes Me.
