the devil is in the room.
she's in bed
with you.
she's married to you.
you can smell
the stench of lies on her.
the rot of deceit.
the blackness of her heart.
and yet
there she is a foot away
asleep.
strange how we fall prey
to the demons
that walk this earth,
disguised as angels.
in tears, in sorrow, you
bend your heart
to God and pray
that this will end soon,
that it won't go on
another day.
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