Bruised Hearts

There are all those wise
old adages as proof there
really is nothing new
under the sun, or more
to the point, in the
peculiarity of the
human mind for
malice to one another,
a twisting of the
emotional knife, of
scorn, contempt and
rejection.  At times
it hardly seems to matter,
removed from intimacy
but then sometimes
dysfunction takes a
very personal route
proving that people will
still bite the hand that
feeds them, burn their
bridges, as no general
would do, commit
emotional patricide,
bury themselves under
a welcomed avalanche
of juvenile spite
whatever the cost.