A few more untitled/probably unfinished poem.

1.

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.