Dismantle.

Please,
don’t speak.
You don’t lie well,
’tis truth I seek.
You have none.
Not even
in small change.
Allow me to
horizonalize
your perpendicularity –
iron out the
arrogance that
you fail to hide.
Pride that you wear
with a crooked
smile.
Take one last
gaze into your gold
framed reflection.
I am going
to crush it, and
sprinkle the remains
in the toilet,
with the rest
of your ashes.