Split

We live like those plants, those

Vines of envy ripping through

Bloody beatings are encircled by

Spheres of something sinister

Words are flung in a maelstrom

Of doings completely wrong

We live like those luminary essences, those

Gleams of animosity dazzling through

Oozing orifices are scrutinized by

Locks of lingering loathsomeness

And we live like this pair of scissors, this

Laceration utensil

Snip and we split