having been
there before,
i think,
as i watch the husband sitting
on the couch
beside his talkative wife.
he says
nothing of consequence,
he's quiet and numb,
he smiles
and nods, adding nothing
to the conversation.
not a single opinion leaves
his mouth.
he's whipped
to the bone
with fright,
having learned his lesson
well.
knowing that expressing
himself openly,
saying one wrong thing,
might cost him the bed
for many
nights.
he's lost himself,
his life.
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