20.9.17





What are you crying about



                                          as if she didnt know 


she accused him of crying
while she raved terribly  scot free  in the wide space of her rage and depression where no one who was very close to her didnt incur her wrath 

if she didnt know you you enjoyed her expressive congeniality and warmth


his tears irritated her

he wept seldom  

he was able to stuffcompartmentalise his emotions  particularly when he knew she would attack him if he didnt 

somehow he was supposed to be impervious inured to her rage because he was closest to her
                                                                          he was her husband




many years later  
                  What are you crying about

unasked  unpronounced    perhaps unthought 
             
he wept as he held herhis ear to her chest
         
she tried to capture a breath

he could hear her lungs strugglewheeze  her heart stampedBEAT flooding her lungs with blood to suck up whatever oxygen it could to keep her bodyher from starving

she was not his wifethough he loved her every bit as much


his wife died fifteen years earlier
                          it was her voice he heard this morningthis unlit morning as he wept again
powerless again

he wept
 
     because there was nothing else he could do

if it could be personifiedan attacker he would gladly fight it to the death

she endured its brutal attack

her body against her  besieging her

all his physicalityhis brute strength was useless against her genetics

it patted him on the head like a good dog telling him to Sit 

Sit


he wanted to explode 
                 he wanted the impossible chance to dance with it  kill it ugly   

it sneered at him
             laughed

laughed at his feeblenesshis frustration
his keen despair                                                                                         
it knew it was untouchable                                                                                       
it relished that there wasnt a damn thing he could do
                                          except suffer
suffer in a way similar to her



he didnt imagine hed ever be this helplessness again 
  




What are you crying about


   
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