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.
