BITTER WOMEN ARE MADE OF SOLD DREAMS AND UNANSWERED PRAYERS
NIGHTMARES AND SLEEP PARALYSIS, AN INCUBUS SITTING ON THEIR CHEST
DEPRIVATION, DEPRESSION, ANXIETY, WEIGHT GAIN, AND STARVATION
SOUR GRAPES AND DEAD LEAVES, WILTED ROSES AND ROTTED FRUIT
GNATS
CORKED WINE, FREEZER BURNT WEDDING CAKE TOPPERS
UNWORN LINGERIE WRAPPED IN TISSUE PAPER
FLICKERING FLOURESCENT LIGHTING OF SHADY CLINICS
ROUND BELLIES AND RAMEN NOODLES
FADED PICTURES WITH BLACK X’s — SCRATCHED OUT FACES
BITTER WOMEN ARE MADE OF MOTH-EATEN LACE, FADED LIPSTICK
AND BROKEN HEELS, WAITING FOR CALLS THAT’LL NEVER COME
BROKEN GLASS AND BONES, BLOODY FEET AND OOZING HEARTS
TOO MUCH ROUGE AND THINNING HAIR
THERES A SMELL OF LEFT BEHIND ON HER BREATH
A SMELL OF FORGETTEN ON HER SKIN
INVISIBLE.INVISIBLE.INVISIBLE.
BITTER WOMEN ARE MADE UP OF WHAT WAS AND NEVER WILL BE
THE SHOULDVE AND COULDVE BUT DIDNT , LONG WAITS
NON CLIMAXES AND UNKISSED LIPS
REGRET.REGRET.REGRET.
BLACK EYES AND LIES, SMUDGED LINER
PULLOUTS THAT STILL FERTILIZE AND ZYGOTES THAT NEVER DIVIDE
THICK BLACK JELLY CLOTS, CLUMPS ON MAXI PADS, HAPPY AUNTY HAS ARRIVED
BITTER WOMEN LOOK LIKE SINGLE MOTHERS — TIRED AND THREADBARE, THIN FABRICS
AND BALD SPOTS IN THEIR HEADS, BAGS UNDER EYES, AND UNDER ARMS
BITTER WOMEN LOOK LIKE WATERFALLS THAT NEVER STOP CRYING, WHOSE CHEEKS NEVER DRY
SHE CRIES, CRIES, CRIES.
MORE THAN A NEWBORN CRIES SHE CRIES
BOTH CRYING FOR THE SAME REASON. ONE NEEDING ANOTHER WANTING BUT NOT KNOWING WHY.
IF SHE’S A GIRL IT WONT BE LONG BEFORE SHE IS BITTER TOO.
PLAIN FUCKING ANGRY.
Rage. rage. RAGE against the dying of the heart.
BITTER WOMEN LOOK LIKE ME, LOOK LIKE YOU.