The rain comes down hard
like tiny diamonds
falling from invisible clouds.
I am sitting on grey concrete steps
Inhaling, exhaling
toxic smoke.
I took up the habit,
for you.
So I would get used to
your scent.
You have been gone for
longer than I allow myself to believe.
Now all I have are
black lungs.
Beauty is not Aging
My hair looks like little bits
of grey wire,
poking out of every cuticle
on my head.
These eyes hide between the
wrinkles on my face.
My lips are stained with
years of laughter
and sorrow.
My chin and neck are becoming
one.
My breasts have sagged,
they now rest on the stomach
that once carried her.
The moistness of my youth
is all dried up.
I no longer bleed like the
rest of you.
These legs are thin,
weak. Old.
When did I stop being a Woman?
you broke my heart you fucking asshole.
Thank You.
