Her body was gnarly and horribly
contorted. Her skin was a worn out rubbery
mess. She had no breasts. She was a skeleton in
drag and moved like a wounded flailing
animal trying desperately to flee terrible devouring
jaws of prey or beast. She possessed all the acute
femininity of a corpse which had been laid out
beneath a corroding desert sun for millennia.
I shiver at the notion of a man making love to
that broken and smashed broom of a body.
She was the wrath of disgust.

Ah, but Her heart was real
& profound
and filled w/goodness & warmth
and compassion and love.

Yeah, only the light in Her eyes
was fine.