You remind me of an abusive husband with friends in polished police cars.
You hide behind silk ties, and lecture endlessly about the trials of marriage.
The woman who has terrorized your home,
But the deranged witch you wanted us all to burn,
With flames dedicated from Persepolis, and pine flown in from Perm,
Is now a cult breeding inside your ears.
At night you soak in the thumping,
At noon you wake up to squalls.
The woman you have stripped from everything,
Is now wind beneath your walls.