A Short Encounter.
She stepped out of the shower.
Looked in the mirror ..and the fat she so despised
The mirror never lies.
….she closed her eyes in order to escape
the vision of her flesh …her discontent.
Fatter….feeling fatter everyday
…I eat ..I eat
She wept …despair…that pain
was rising up …again….again.
Today she knew she had to meet that man
… new friend …found on the internet.
and she was driven now to cover up..
… to look her best
and panicking she dressed in black .
He’d said …again again he’d said
he liked a women large and wobbling with breasts.
‘Maybe’ she thought ‘ he will accept me then
As not too over-weight ?’
…and out the door she went in her black dress.
She walked ..she walked
in dread with pulses in her head
‘I’m massive and grotesque’
she said to passing pigeons in the sky
‘ What hope have I ? ‘
He stood beside the Statue in the Sq.
the cobble-stones were crippling her feet.
She hobbled on towards her doom
..heels catching in the cobble cracks.
His coat and beard were trim
…she knew that that was him.
‘Am I too large’ she agonised within
‘An ugly fattened thing.’
She stood there but he did not take her in.
‘I’m here,’ she said….encouraging
…Ms Large ..that’s me …she forced a grin.
He looked …enquiring stripes across his eyes
‘ Go on tell me that you despise the size of me !’
Her pleading voice skimmed up to him
‘But look at you’ he muttered to the wind.
‘All bone and anorexic..much too thin.’
Kristine Byrne 5th Dec. 2014
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