Poems Of The Feather Pen #Wattys2016

She Hears Of This (continued from He Stumbles Home Alone One Night)

She hears of this
The next morning
Sunrise brings tragedy
She looks at who she left him for
Demons begin their whispers
As a growing deathly thought fills her stomach

Scared, she is, for she feels not
She cannot shed a tear
Numb, she is, in heart and soul and hazed through the day

Sunset brings her subconsciously home
Sinks into her chair
Invites the Demons in
She calls on Hell to come inside
With a quick drink of fire
She drowns herself in the sinister comfort
Of the drinking of the Midnight Wine