It's over, she smashed
Overhead frame doublethrown shatter sequence
Jagged pane slid under my door
No, stop!
I heard her crunch, bleed, crunch,
Bleed
Spiteful footsteps painting
Sad smiles across the boards
Red-you-never-enough streaks of a disturbed, lead licked artist

I opened the door to
Investigate and saw the picture torn
The floor well-worn with post-love stomping, great glass gashes
On feet and elsewhere

She had carved the distress, the
Abandonment, the
Rage with which she became
The animal
Made him a masterpiece shrine of her torture
Made him watch from his throne
Made him feel his control
Made him ache with consequences

I’m free, she thought
Walking through hell
He’s gone