Glower4
She wept
at the memory of me
we had spent good times
now there was a chasm
tears rolled in drops
vanished in chasm
leaving her in hiccups
and body shaking spasms
a crack had grown wider
and now
was a valley
before long
yet with the passage of time
we ended in two corners
gloomy and dead
as for me
I was exhausted
by human emotions
and their networks
intricate and complex
with ego being the sickness prime
I also knew
that without a mate
she felt late
and took to many
and sullied
herself
rather well
today she looks like
a bitten in
and juice dried mango
with nothing in her hands
except a decadent culture,
beaten ego
a bit of money
and a ramshackle residence
with decaying body parts
she is awaiting her death
and expects me to
crossover
and help her lower
into her grave
ain’t this a high ask
my palms
do not need disease
and I would never forgive her
not for me
and what I had to go through
but for her
how she spent herself
so sick
and so dead!
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