A Lovers Scorn

by Harry

Submitted by Jerry Mcwilliams

Came home from work, No sweet nothings whispered in my ear…
No glad to see you, how was work dear?
Grenades of hateful words drenched in cyanide lobbed at my chest…

Please, Darlin, how many times do I have to tell you…I’m doing my best!!!
Shatter my soul, break my bones, crush my spirit and cast your stones.
It’s just me, the monster, I’m home.


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