She
I didn’t like her
I didn’t like anything about her
 
Period

I considered her a flimsy excuse
Kind of like after someone has taken a bath
And left a dirty tub
 
A bathtub ring
 That’s what she reminds me of
Scaly thoughts
 
Old fruit in a refrigerator
Thoughts
 
The under side of life
She never made it to goodness
Raw meat left out on a counter top
 
To get old, bloody and brown
That’s how I like her in this life