He falls through the front door,
Thud, drunk, again.
He picks himself up, and stumbles towards the lounge.
Twisting the door handle he barges into the room.
She sits there, asleep on the sofa.
She’s waited for him all night.
He walks over to her and pulls her up to his level by the front of her expensive clothes,
She wakes suddenly,
Staring back at the beast that is her husband.
He shouts in her face,
Claiming she doesn’t trust him, that’s why she’s still up.
She tries to calm him down,
He gets angrier.
He grabs her jaw in the hand that was holding a kebab five minutes ago.
He’s screaming at her now.
He slaps her.
She cries,
What’s happened to the man she loved?
She clutches her face as she feels the bruises that are there from last week.
She lies about them to her mum.
Says she fell down the stairs,
Says she walked into a door,
Says she was mugged and attacked by a stranger.
She believes she’s convincing, an actress,
Her mother sees straight through her lies.
He picks her up from the sofa again,
This time by the throat.
He’s in her face again,
This time is different,
The wild look in his eyes that she’s never seen before,
Yes, this time is different.
She fears for her life,
She can’t breathe,
His stubby fingers tighter round her neck.
She acts quickly, poking his eyes with her slender fingers.
He lets go of her neck as she gasps for air,
She dives for the glass paperweight on the coffee table,
Thwack.
She smacks him on the temple with the paperweight.
His eyes rolls back, he falls to the floor.
She stares at him,
She notices the blood on the paperweight,
Yes,
This time was different.
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The Big Book of Poems
PoetryThis is my big book especially for poems. I will keep adding to it, and hopefully you'll enjoy the poems I write. I'll try to write about different things, but everything here is written to express my thoughts and feelings.