Like an Ikea shelf 
She dismantled him 
There were screws left 
Who cares
 She shrugged 

Women can be abusers too 
Get over it 

Trembling the boards fell down 
Every time she incomprehensibly panted down the phone 
Threw up words like bile that won’t stay in 
Projectile vomiting of hatred

 Like an Ikea shelf 
He would tremble 
Dissociate 
Disconnect 
To cope 

His sin? You ask 
Was not to obey the psychopath 
Not play the game any longer 
Making her meaningless in his life 

She can’t abide 
Not winning 
Not playing 
Not cheating 
Not lying 

She needs to fucking win 
She cheated with three different guys 
Just because she could 
She abused until there were witnesses 

Then she ran 
She span 
She twisted 
She warped 
She threw up more bile 

It’s all pointless 
She is spinning 
A perpetuate motion machine 
Without hope to win 
Over the one thing she ought to win over 
Her inner demons