realize that their loss can't destroy
me. I've been tossed away like garbage by the person I once
imagined spending the rest of my life with, when I had stars in
my eyes and the hopeful warmth of the sun in my heart. I
recovered from agonizing grief that ruled my life for nearly a
year after his departure from it. I realized our relationship
was very problematic and always meant to be temporary. A toxin
runs its destructive course through the system before being
flushed out by clarity of thought that cleanses and unclouds
the soul from the disorienting murk. I won't allow my
newfound purity to be tainted by more unsavory relationships.
My body is 65% water and make no mistake, I am not a serene
lake with flowery welcoming shores softly beckoning to Sunday
strollers and picnickers; I am a crashing, roaring sea in the
midst of an unruly tempest, and I will swallow you whole, I
will wash down the bitter aftertaste you leave until nothing
remains but the briny tang of sea salt and the faint mist of
memory.