Flood

Here it comes..

Her lips part

His lips part

Hateful angry words flood, black and wet

Their hearts part

Loneliness comes flooding

She carries them with her wherever she goes; features of every man that put her here

How their darkening eyes marveled as they counted her flaws, gleaming with piteous self righteousness

Not quite how they lit in lustful vulnerability when they said "Beautiful"  

How she hates them now
How she loved them then