Trivial nuances spinning out of control Mountain sized mole hills eating at her soul Knowing not when the spite had come to be born She festered in hatred for the one she was sworn Trivial shortcomings, she once easily overlooked Nuances were cute when she was smitten with desire Spinning out of control on life’s roller coaster Mountains were made out of the mole hills that piled higher and higher Knowing that he didn’t deserve all the spite sent his way It was hard to love deeply after the children and troubles were born She festered once with love and now was impregnated with fire Accompanying him to hell was this woman feeling scorned