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.