WE were a threesome, with her between us.
And then one day, it was over. Yet, she never left, attached herself to
my back. All day long, staring and laughing at me.
She spreads her tint in our space, stands very close to the bends in our
conversations, a slight stumble and she fills the spot. Coloring all my talk,
making me a puppet, she revels in her victories...
When I am cooking up a dish for
the kids, trying out new recipes, she mocks me and brings in the smell of that,
still and empty kitchen. Says, your cooking sent him to me. I mess up and throw
the charred remains. Disgusted.
I am cleaning up the house. Bending, stretching, dusting, sweeping, and
arranging. She sits there with a smug face, polishing her nails.....your super
maid habits chased him out- to me. I lose my steam and wrap up with the rest of
the work shabbily.
Am bathing, and she looks at me with a sneer – you are beautiful, soft
& ivory she says...and yet he came to me....she roars with laughter and her
nose bud sparkles- leaving me in disgust. I hide my body in the largest towel I
have.
I make a firm resolution to ignore her and turn a blind eye. I make a
good lunch, a good dinner and a happy family time. Later, he starts to make me
happy, and I lose myself in his arms, he engulfs me with all his love. Just
when I am reaching out to ecstasy, her shadow passes me...and I fall head
first...and cling on to his shoulders and lay lifeless, my ears booming with
her sighs and my mind tearing with images...he tries to help me and smiles
affectionately. He looks me in the eyes and I see a cover, fake love? I start
searching his face and body for her marks….she has jumped from me to him, our passion
has ended in a disaster.
The doors are closed now, I can’t run.
I closed them, and made it my tomb. She can’t run either, she will die with me.
I am a couple.
