orchids appearing,
"i can grow them!" she muses,
petals dropping hurt.

hand-held connection
communication bridges
rubbing my fingers

my heart lays broken,
shattered pieces together
false pretense of health

the telling of lies
controlling my every move
finally snapping

aggressive psycho
using government agents
to do dirty work.

pictures of hatred:
glimpses of testosterone
ruining my view

if she stops speaking,
love will die a lonely death;
silent bereavement