Whiskey Slumber

Hello lover...

that's how you greeted me at the door,
like we were some happy, married couple.
Just a charade you put on, a game for the neighbors to envy.
My skin crawls as you grind your teeth before you lick your lips...
what did I ever do to deserve this?

Hush now, baby...

words that slither off your tongue, just like the snake you are.
I'm trying to compose myself,
I know you only warn me once...
Why do you continue to buy me expensive clothing?
Shreads of pink silk are scattered across our bedroom floor,
drenched with salty mascara stains with a hint of blood.

ZzZz...

the slumber of the silence is the only time I know I'm safe.
Your snore and mumbled words bounce off the walls,
a whiskey induced coma for night number thirty six.
Should I take a chance on freedom, escape this Hell on Earth?
or...
should I take my sweet revenge?

Snapped...

that's what I have finally done.
I, for once, have become your terrifying nightmare.
As the stigma in your left eye twitches one last time,
I stroke your crimson matted hair,
watching you take your last gasp of air before your departure,
I sigh into your ear,

"Goodbye lover."

*written for a club challenge.

Copyright 2012: Hannah K.