and then silence
And then silence.
his voice is raised
you can almost hear
her cringe, he’s too far
gone too many a drink
her back against the kitchen sink
her arms are raised
his voice now crazed
he strikes the lips from
which he’s praised
and through the walls
you watch as she falls
and sprawls across the floor
Then he just yells some more
until he realizes that she’ll
never get up again
and then...
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