They have rage slings
Hurling shots of saliva and insults
Whirling unto each other.
Fingers in faces
Tense bodies threatening to push away
Barely restraining from the release of a shove at the minimum.

It used to be them, together
Over everything
Territory in the kitchen
Bathroom times
Schedules
God damn schedule
And whose schedule is most important.

Rage filled people slip
From human to beast
Rationale to releasing and thrashing
Eventually they stop caring
Who is there
Who hears this
What size are their ears and hearts?

You try tossing them outside.
Far more petulant than the dog
They refuses
Bolted down to their space
Their point.

You end up moving
Everyone else.
Evicted from your own home
Searching for peace and quiet
On a city street
Because grownups won’t hush.