Knowing Her

Infused with a deep seated
pathology of instinctive rage
she poisons the every atmosphere
in which she moves. From acerbic
observation to grinding resentment
the vitriol she spews over her
version of social ills and
personal attachments excoriates
anyone whose perceptions and
choices are other than her own.
From birth to her fifties she has
fulminated and raged endlessly;
maturity has brought few pleasures
serving only to confirm her
resentment against those
refusing to be controlled and
manipulated by her commanding
presence. A presence so domineering
and sneeringly dismissive little
wonder others choose to withdraw.
Leaving her the bitter complaint
of abandonment and the
self-pitying cry of friendlessness.