Empty

Floods and droughts, inside

and out, salt water freshly

pouring from ducts,

desiccating interior landscapes once lush with animals,

dinosaurs, trees, parks, and museums.

Mausoleum now, space

claimed for wasting,

sacrifice tossed

in the bin never taken

to the curb.

An empty swingset

and dusty toys.

The eyewall broken,

storm raging out of

controlling every

Goddamn relationship,

Sick allegiance to lies

kept under cover,

measured abuse

bait and switch

to please the barren,

frigid bitch

posing as a

princess in the

tower, raining terror

from false fortresses

of victorious victims.