Wet with tears ....
Slowly closed into an iron maiden of irrational fears ....
The vomiting shutter of utter shock
When the icy cold realities
Start trickling in . ..
Pupils dilate .
The senation of sinking within ....
Hackles up upon the gruesome discovery ...
Of your lovers deeds....  
All your nerve ends wiggle straight up out of your skin
And writhe like little white worms and you slide down a chalk board for miles ......
Hit rock bottom ......
That's when
The poetry gets good