March 25th 2014

Fast reverse

Incoherent,
I tried to understand 
You
As I stood
Disheveled
Disheartened
Distant
Distorted
Distraught?
You looked
Askance
Unperturbed by the rapidity
Of emotions
Flowing through me.
Once upon a time
You braided dreams 
Through my hair
Now the putrid air
Stinks fouler than
When you told her,
"I don't find you attractive!"
I stood laughing anew
Waiting for the 
Menopause season
To rake new stories
Of gore and guilt
Through a body
You once glorified
As your own.