her anger was
embers
my reaction
an inclination
to pour
accelerant across the floor
of our house of cards
let natural tendencies
take care of
the rest.

her passion was
an inferno
my reaction was
to smother
the oxygen
from the bedroom
leaving nothing
to fend off
the encroaching
ice age.

ours was
a shameless
profiteering
off of
the selfless
self fulfilling prophecy
we etched
across
each other’s
naked forms
as we writhed our
signatures
into the bedsheets
of broken promises.