Her Side

Her Side By Sy Roth Are they going to die like that? Expire Retire As a broken, opalic string of DNA Ribonucleic disaster Worm-eaten womb Ascerbic molecules. Who enabled this procreatic mission? They rimed it with a urine trail Left --Her side Discordant disdain Heeding her rantings. Across the hall a pink room Only denoting her sex Imponderable expressions of emotions Laid bare among a string of rejections. It echoes hollowly in the recesses. She laid WMD traps, Exploding in sickly apprehensions A vale of tears. The sisters fought the battle of Cain and Abel Smashing their bloodless heads. The progenitors walked between them Without trepidation To the other side To vanish in a haze of decaying synapses Leaving behind only questions Left silent in the detritus of their disdain.