A Widow

The man's "acid", his words, were spit at her so often that she finally cracked under the pressure and became the ideal woman, a skeleton. Kind of a strange play on images of young women.

Oops -

I slipped on the floor

And my clothes are stained with

The dye, poisonous,

That you spilled the day before.

The hot green acid is eating away

At my dress,

My flesh,

My skeleton remains.

Did you think that you'd see

Me,

Floating away? An angel to Heaven?

Well, not all angels are given that honor.

I must suffer

In my bones forever.

Aren't you tickled to live with me:

Skeleton Sally, so fragile, so ageless.

Aren't I every living man's dream?

Reviews

[EdwardBlue]

I like the concept of take everything away to see what the core of the problem comes from .change or remove everything and what else can he say.... Will he finally stop picking at her.... Will he discover its about him... Well done!

[EdwardBlue]

I like the concept of take everything away to see what the core of the problem comes from .change or remove everything and what else can he say.... Will he finally stop picking at her.... Will he discover its about him... Well done!

[roy mccarthy]

this poem is full of emotion,
sarcasm also,
great write!

[Genie Mouland]

wow this is really good!. its amazingly written well done! x