Your divorce

With this demand you hoped to evoke in me the fear that made even your bones cold from exposer frail and bitter the sound they made as they rattled around at the knees. But You can not own even this for the words were not yours to speak of dissolution and disparities. and still you uttered such falsehoods an attempt to hurt and mam. That even one gasp made even the busiest of turns stop and take notice of the world you painted with a promiscuous brush. I stood naked unafraid, unwitting is your portrait of our marriage beyond the pale is your divorce.