The wife whos dead inside

by jescelle   Oct 30, 2004


She sits alone on her living room floor,
afraid of what will come in her mind,
afraid that if he yells one more time,
she might shoot him.

Hes in the kitchen,
fixing himself a drink,
hes tripping so bad his nose is bleeding,
but hes still in the kitchen...

at least she has a moments peace

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