and your heart and brain began to rot.
Eyes like a peacock's neck, no soft touch for this gentle soul—
nothing to quell increasing fear.
(not that a woman could have saved you,
though it didn't stop you from dreaming
of the perfect squaw)
You lost your looks
(which never did you much good anyway)
Thin-lipped, thin-skinned.
"He smelled like warm dirt and was so filthy that even his
eyelashes were caked with soot—above the bluest eyes I have
ever seen. He was missing a front tooth."
Each decade your frown got deeper.
no more light shone from those turquoise eyes.
Who to hate more— Mother, Father or biblical Brother?
It had to be Brother: back-stabber, turncoat.
In the end your gloating got you.
The tedious diatribe peppered with bitter rage.
The silly malapropism
You can't eat your cake, Ted, and have it too.
You lost the only love you'd ever known. You were Eurydice and he
had to look back.
Alone and alone and alone
in your mind
in the woods
in a cell
All you leave behind is pain.
©2016 Alice DuBois
( "warm dirt" quote by Candice Delong, FBI profiler)
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