The bewildered young woman
Filled with restless butterflies.
Her body is sore from last night's
Her hands are sweating profusely
A sign that her anger is
Will have a new umpire!
Small apartment into a
Nonmilitarized battle zone.
She won’t have long to wait.
Her “husband” will be home soon,
Exhibiting his forecastable mood.
She knows his routine like
She knows the back of her hand.
From the garage, flashing a smile.
The same demonic smile
She sees each time he beats her.
He's cheerfully whistling
Song of Warning to The Bitch
His eyes fall on her face,
Switching to her covered hand.
He sees a pointed object underneath
The towel: a steak knife.
He asks sarcastically, teasing her indignation.
Apparently you want my fist in your mouth!
Well, get ready and open wide!
Here come my big fat fist
But he doesn’t touch her.
He likes to taunt her,
Reducing her to the
Least common denominator
Before the actual assault.
Pain shoots up her neck, her head.
Her live-in husband hovers over her,
His legs slightly parted,
Waiting to wall-slam her again.
Lifting herself off the floor,
She raises her hand and
Rush toward his chest.
He thwarts the attempt on his life.
He roughly picks up the petite
Woman by her shoulders,
Pulling a knife on me!
Head as she crumbles to the floor.
She is not aware of the stinging pain.
She doesn’t realize that she's hanging
Dangerously close to the edge of a cliff.
Studiously observing her.
Shaking loose the stinging head blow
Kill me, you cowardly bastard!
Don’t you want to do it now?
What’s the matter, big man?
Locked in the freezer?” she taunts.
“Oh, lucky guess!
Here they are! In the freezer!
He tries to avert her attention from his fear.
She can’t disengage her pending doom.
Every insane nerve in her body is
Fighting for its share of her sanity.
Reversed roles without permission.
She is now the reducer.
If you don’t kill me!”
Want to kill her despite threatening her many times.
It’s unnatural. It’s awkward.
He cautiously retreats to the bedroom,
Facing his common-law-wife.
He doesn’t know what she’ll do
In her current state of mind.
Go to sleep if you dare!
You know what I'm going to do?
And then write my name on your
Chest with a dull knife!
I’m going to pour your cheap cologne on
You and set your ass on fire!
I’ll even let you strike the match!
Before I stuff your mouth with
All the hell you’ve caused me!
Should I kill you fast?
I want you to see hell long
Before you get there!
Go to sleep, husband. Don’t worry.
The insanity you drove me to is
Sitting on my shoulder.
Can you see it? It wants your attention!
I'll help you!
Look to the left.
Look to the right! Look behind you!
How you die tonight depends on
How crazy I am. How crazy i feel. How insane I am.
If my craziness don't calm down,
You’re going to die a terrible death!
Oh, my. Decisions. Decisions.
You never let me do that, you know:
Make my own decisions.
One more warning before you
Close your big pretty eyes, sweet husband:
Don’t sleep too hard. Don’t sleep too sound.
Remember to say a long prayer
And hope God will hear you."
The common law wife laughs out loud,
Dancing slowly, then wildly to
Music she hears in her head.