Endless Torture Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Endless torture…

She comes in as I sit
Pair of pants is wearing
Her cuffs high to ankles
This is what I hated
When she wore
(My ex-wife)

She passes; isn’t her
But a shade and current
I am back where we were
Bony butt and small
Though of her, is of her
That also, had not liked.

“Please, please make her leave! ”
I pray to conscious.

But she is oil sleek
On the waves; in creeks
Of my mind and my thoughts…

Divorcee is torture…