Get Out of My House

I flush,
I toss, I throw,
I burn
I crush, I destroy
and mutilate
each and every item
she ever
gave me under the false
impression
of love
everlasting.
she was doing the same
for others.
the same love cards,
love bombing,
flirtations,
and impersonations
of a real human being.
ah, the snakes,
the rats,
the evil among us.
the witches on
their brooms, circling
for the next
victim.
when she looks in the mirror.
who does
she see.
how in God's name
can these sick people
live with themselves.
they lie,
they manipulate,
they traumatize,
they deceive. day in day
out.
it's how they live.
it never ends, until you
tell them
it's over, get out,
take your dark sick soul,
you have to leave.