The Other Woman (Girl)

The joys of infidelity (for the man).

The Other Woman (Girl)

Her mind stands shelved on toothpicks, for it is

so light. Encased in a too-thick skull

of thinking

beyond all logic.

She calls, not giving a damn.

She calls, knowing he's married.

She calls, his wife answering the phone.

She calls, hanging up.

She calls, clearly with nothing better

to do in her ADOLESCENT spare time.

Her faceless, voiceless presence is a cancer,

ready to devour the precious trust

of matrimony. She simply wants to play

with it and run it through her fingers,

unaware of the pain in that fragile mix.

Category:

Entertainment

Tags:

• Poetry
• Infidelity
• Cheating
• Teenage
• Girl
• Spoken
• Word