it never ends.
they never stop.
like termites
they eat the wooden
legs
off the table.
carve holes into
my door, my
heart.
they go after the windows,
the floors.
they never stop.
they are incessant
with their desire
to win her back.
this is what they do
and know
with no respect for
me, my life, or home.
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