Wicked and Wearied

her eyes were sickly with a jaundiced hue,

lovely face,

luscious lips,

candid hips,

wintry skin,

waging insolence,

dare not compliment,

she will take your soul!

once merry- no longer,

she condemns your serenades of love,

regurgitated words of romance,

rotten are the feelings-

not even vomit could stomach,

she revels in your hurt,

for she lives only for the flesh;

once upon a time,

longed for a pristine marriage ,

now she shuns; working to writhe you in your futile endeavors,

augmented when lusted upon,

she thrives in your decimating desolation,

in utter contempt.