I wondered why she avoided the beach

Your once silky voice

has turned to gravel

to my ears.  Your

words are sandpaper

to my self esteem

Your personality has

been eroded by 

bitterness.  It

sweeps away

all that made you

interesting, a raging

river of disappointment

Your skin is cracking

to the point where

I fear that any part

of you that I touch

will crumble to

the floor.  

If this keeps up

soon you will

be nothing but

a pile of sand

Another mess

for me to sweep

under the rug

Author's Note

Feb 11, 2012