her first husband
used to beat her, she said. so
that ended
quickly
and the second one, did the same,
but worse.
she settled though, thinking
this must be how it is
with all marriages.
I might as well stay
and pretend
that everything is fine,
that nothing truly hurts.
two dozen years later,
nothing has changed.
her smiling mask in tact,
a wasted life of hidden
bruises,
with no one but her
to blame.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment