bitterness descends

Bitterness Descends

It starts
with a
reaction to
the way
she moves,
to the
hotbed of
children in
the sway of
her hips,
to her eyes,
to her
milk-filled
breasts,
to the
raw bones
of
betrayal
under her
smooth skin.

 

And once
it starts
there’s no
stopping it.

 

The only
escape is
extinction.

 

Realizing this
saves a
lot of
useless involvement.

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