her womanly traps

you ignored
her voice. the scotch
gargled
scar
lining of her
thunderous
throat.
perhaps glass
chunks,
not ice
were in the tumbler
as she let
it roar
down her pipes.
you ignored
the smoke
rings that she blew
in circus
circles into the
yellowed ceiling
fan as it spun
as slow as the world
does on it's
frozen axis,
almost dripping wet
with nicotine.
you let go
the language that
she used,
every other word
involving someone's
mother,
a dog,
or worse.
you ignored so many
things about
her. the way she
chewed meat
with her mouth open.
her opened toes
shoes,
her finger nails,
browned, bleeding from
being chewed.
you were unable
to escape her grasp,
her unkind
love, her broken teeth
and heart.
her witches brew,
her womanly
traps.