She is a cracked plastic spoon,
brittle, cheap, temporary
in our use it, bin it world.
Not worth a second thought –
that’s what he thinks, anyway.
He is a brutal jackhammer
pounding everything in his path
scything his way through
without a second thought.
They are a match made in hell.
Sadly, this poem was inspired by a couple I observed whilst out and about in town today. They played on my mind and followed me home, in my head at least. I feel a little better for ‘writing it out’, but I do wonder what will become of them.
3 thoughts on “Expendable”
I know of relationships like that.
While reading, I took the word “match” two ways. Maybe intended or serendipitous.
Ah, I hadn’t thought of that… very appropriate.