Vandals Of Intimacy Poem by Raj Dronamraju

She keyed your car
Because rage was the only way she knew to express the end of you and time
And as she smashes your car door handle, flashing back to closest moments of intimacy, a smile is flung out out during this violence

She tore every picture and card in half
A weird custody of a triggered soul
She closes the door firmly and spray paints obscenity on prior affection
And as she drew an offensive image on the front door of one of our old regular hangouts
Exact dates of flower deliveries are remembered

Head down, acknowledge it's more than just she tagging structures we courted in with graffiti
It's also back when we uploaded photos of us making faces together that made single people sick

The ink that this is drawn in cannot be erased
Only drawn over or the sheet it's drawn on crumpled into a ball or set on fire