At Odds Again

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He sat silent

She was in tears

He did nothing to console her

She had given up trying to talk to him

The tension was still in the air

The words lingering above them

Heavy like rain clouds

She was putting the blame on him

He just claimed she was lying

Wiping the tears away she stood up

She went to the office and typed a letter

He never moved

In black and white she would make him see

She needed a change

If he wouldn’t try

It was over

She wrote those words

And felt a new confidence

That she could do this

Because she really doubted

He would be willing to change

Passed out in the chair now

She put the note in his hand

She would be gone when he read it

He would know what he had to do

If he still cared enough to do so


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – air

His Secret

the bottle hit the floor
another empty to litter the room
he is passed out
oblivious to food in the oven burning
the smoke detector sounds
only a slight movement
flames begin to form
he silently rolls over

now she has to explain
tell his family the awful truth
they were not the perfect family
they held a dark secret
and it reared it’s ugly head that night
while she was away
he drank himself to death
in the most painful way

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – bottle