Wow…is
this really mine?
That jerk
This is all his fault
He's
never been a good husband
Ever since the beginning
Yet we've
been married for what?
Twenty years?
Way too long
He'd
be out for days on end
Never telling me when or where he was
going
When he'd be back.
But when he is I smack him
With
the pot, so very hard.
But he smiles and laughs
Dulling me
exasperation
To a slight annoyance.
But not tonight
This
time when I struck him
He didn't move
He didn't laugh
He
just knelt there
Blood running out of his eyes and mouth.
I
gave him a shake,
And his head fell forward
Limp and
lifeless.
My eyes shot around the room
Looking for
something to use as an excuse.
I found my son.
His eyes,
usually so full of youth
Stared at me with hatred and distrust.
I
beckoned to him
"Sweetie, come to mommy"
But he flinched
away, and ran
I followed him the best I could
Out of the house
and into
The expanding property.
Suddenly, I hit soft
ground
And stuck fast, sinking rapidly
My son just kept on
running
But I don't blame him now
I just smile, laughing
As
the sand covered my head