Your shambolic past

Your Shambolic Past

Dizzy spin top heart tears round and round
The core is an image I can't forget
My mind focuses with the coolness of igloos
Stomach churns with lavender recall.

She stands soaking head to foot in dripping red
Aching crimson of her infertility,
On walls, ceiling, floor
Smeared on your foul conscience
You have plunged in and plundered her sex
And now there's nowhere to hide.

Wide eyed rabbit startled and pleading
She looks to you to draw strength and purpose
But you look away in panic
Thinking of ways to cleanse your putrid soul.
You scrub, scrub, scrub
Embarrassed by her filthy body,
And I'm left hurt, aching
Alone before we've even met.