12 years

A giggler at heart.
A very pretty face
A perfect reminder of Jesus.
A mother of many  miscarriages.

In a permanent exam, at home.
One tiny lapse,
the penalty:
A torturous slap, a preliminary hell.

 

The husband.
A kind spirit.
A gentleman.
Yes, a sauve hypocrite indeed.

It has been 12 years.
12 years,
and that bustard
has not pleaded sorry.
12 years.
endurance has been thoroughly tested.
tonight though,
will be critical.
reconciliation is not an option.
the elders can deny her.

firstly.
pack jesus away.
brew the poison.
ready the boiling water.
file the kitchen knife.
9pm he will return .
drunk and vulnerable.
wait for him.

tonight.
He goes to the morgue.