Woman Scorned

Empty forlorn wasted need
   feigned with irony and speed...

Not a share of dignity remained
   the thoughts were tamed...

In an hour of self rape created
   not ordained but faded...

The force of the dismissal went
   plunging into the fleshy dew...

Rampant with retracting ire
   the need for a rubber spire...

Fast to palpitate, the high
   couldn't take it away...

His aura faded to a dry
   and weathered estate...

Droopy and misgated
   remembered skin abated...

The loveless act was plated
   the act undone belated...

With a burning callous fated
   her arms released him inundated...

The slow unfanfared demise
   with all things done unwise...

The saddened sullen deed
   recalled the empty need...

Her hands gave way to fate
   with emptiness flowing into veins...

Without knowing him now
   no longer learning was how...

Olden and changed his
   tones were still remains...

The magnitude of scorn
   was raw unjust forlorn...

With seeds of other days
   her scattered scythed stays...

Barren with a rotten frame
   the beaten bloodied shame...

Was gone without a name  
   the trial taken walked lame...

Words assembled fast they
   preambled not the past...

Crashing taxing cramming
   crane the tale lacked and insane...

The studied gotten face
   was dulled by weathered lace...

The heart was felled on shale
   flooded with flow impaled...

Emptied and discarded on
   smashing pulp was disregarded...

Lost it was without a face
   form was well done discrace...

Inside the empty space was
   dried shrunken and displaced...

The man was gone would not
   replay the meager wanton fray...

Disallowed by her harried
   dismay to never see the day...

To love her once again if
   he ever did it was too late...