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The Religious Issue
Vol. 5 Issue 1
No Modern Day Medea
-For Jason R.
by Amy Sciarretto
he left me.
and the gates broke wide open.
he questioned my sanity.
he called my behavior psychotic.
actually, i just cried from the pain that pierced my heart.
i forgot that i was supposed to just go gently into desertion.
women, like children, should be seen and not heard, right?
just a hysterical woman, huh?
unable to control my volatile emotions and temper, huh?
hand wringing and tears are like a molotov cocktail for him.
i am not allowed to cry?
i have to be a tower of strength when my foundation has crumbled beneath
me?
i did not slaughter his puppy and serve it for breakfast.
i did not have his children only to slay them.
i openly wept
mourned
grieved
the loss of one great love that i know did not need to end.
and i am the one with the problem?
sorry.
i don't get it.
i just don't.
time to crawl under the warm covers and forget i exist.