The Masking of Loss
“THE MASKING OF LOSS”
we used to talk a lot.
we collaborated our ideas
into something that's had
me hooked since.
she's been in a new
relationship for a while
and it's clearly gone
to her head.
there hasn't been much
time between the two but
if you ever saw her, you'd
know why she has a boy-
friend every few months.
it's the damnedest thing
though, she's losing her
hair on top and it's making
her forehead bigger.
she's also getting wider at
the hips and as it goes her
butt is getting bigger too.
but it isn't a bigger that's
good.
don't get me wrong, all
females are prepossessing
but this just isn't working
for her.
she's arrogant.
that is the ugliness of the
combination.
she used to be decent and
now it's falling apart.
if she humbled herself into
submission then all of what
she's lost control of, would
fall into place.
females are affected by
everything that enters their
lives.
some use it for change,
others use it to mask deeper
desires.
I can only watch as the hair
recedes, as the hips get
wider, as male after male
rack up stories of sexual
performance out of
insecurity.
as her name gets whispered
in the dark night of sexual
filth, she still has to count
the hair strands that fall
and the number of jeans that
don't fit.
no amount of sex can keep the
walls from closing in.
at the end, inside her
nights, she still has to look
at the crack in her ceiling.
By: Chicano Eddie
9-28-2016
Copyright © Chicano Eddie | Year Posted 2016
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