I should have seen it coming ... I felt it coming.
The personal angst, both sitting with their own.
The self-deprecation; the momentary loathing; the struggle to dignify; the failure to clarify -
The ever-triumphant Status Quo!
He speaks; he accuses; he rails and he rants;
He threatens; he shouts; he’s shaking - he’s livid.
I recoil in disbelief; something sinks beyond the grasp of our shared togetherness.
I watch him before me, as i watch us inside me,
Sink.... sink........ drown.
I feel the cold sweat break out, but i don’t feel my hands or my feet.
I feel my heart thumping against my chest, but i don’t feel the warmth of the blood gushing through me.
I dissociate; i levitate.....
I see a woman.
She sits there transfixed, pupils dilated. Then something snaps -
She speaks; she explains; she questions and she battles;
She shouts, her voice hoarse with tears of frustration.
She diminishes; she’s silent.
She’s broken.
She should have seen it coming - the end of the line.
She just didn’t see it coming.
The blog that is kind of quirky, a tad controversial, a little whimsical and chockfull of farce, brought to you from across my modest globe trotting sojourns
