Toxic opera

A glass shattered, and metal bellowed

the kitchen was an opera of discord

Shouting and screaming continues

Two singers battling for center stage

Not enough attention of the pair

Control was the nature of this song

Who would do what and when and where

Without control it was chaos.

With control it was chaos.

The partners broke glass together in song

Asserting dominance like animals

Bloody and bruised they would get along

The screams soon ended

And we peeked around the corners

Ensuring that both were still therein

The kitchen was empty

Glass sparkled in the summer sun

But from behind closed doors,

The singer’s collided in ecstasy.

This was the toxic opera cycle.

Hate, break, mate