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

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

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