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 © | Year Posted 2016

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