A reverse panorama it was—
to my dissatisfaction,
an abysmal aberration.(eek, it rhymes)
Like those romances,
ludicrously full of bliss
and thoughtless affection.
I had always been one to abhor clichés,
yet nothing less could’ve served me justice.
Such madness. All over a petty meme.

Her pale ivory skin,
her hair like tarnished gold—

On my lap she sat, my body
strewn in a slack over a wretched couch.
I looked upon her crooked lips
and yearned for their warmth…

She was mad, but I hadn’t any restraint myself.

A piercing intermittent beep
broke the solitude of our union—

I silenced the villain, but it was too late.