Her face looked gaunt and old

her body bloated more

each time I saw her

she thought she could block up the door

with a pendant of the goddess of disappointment

entwined around her neck

on a silver chain rich with tarnish

divorce and disappointment clotted every door jam

she was only so angry

because nobody loved her anymore

I don’t live with her

Like ivy

my love puts fingers into every crack

that her despair left behind

I would rather tear the structure down

than to live with her old corpses

anymore