The relationship
was like an unwanted,
distasteful dish,
sitting in front of her,
of which she had to partake.
It appeared okay when it arrived on the table.
But the longer it sat there
congealing
staring at her
she staring at it
the more peculiar it became.
Their mutual flaws emerged
her displeasure
turning to disapproval
and finally loathing
There was no way
out
Gracefully
Or was there?
© Glenda Kotchish
April 26, 2016