The Cessation of Being

I am objectionable

As determined by the male of the species

I was not consulted

This decision was made for me.

I protest!

To no avail.

My worth as a woman is null

Once solid, now malleable,

Curves reside where lines are preferred.

Lines where smooth velvet is required

Judgment has been passed,

The verdict is in

Once an oasis is now deemed a desert

I've reached that age

My desire discounted,

And greeted with enmity

To ask is taboo

'What is wrong with you?'

The cruelest of rejections,

To imply a fault in human nature.

I am not to be touched

Except...

Just now and again.

A peck to my lips. 

The slightest brush to my shoulder.

And just once,

An attempt to reach the incandescence 

Of a previous lifetime,

Failed.

Blame placed.

My condition is grave.

There isn't much time left.