The Relationship

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


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




Or was there?

© Glenda Kotchish

April 26, 2016

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