She watches him sleep <br />not a care in the world <br />her lips still bleeding <br />her eyes slowly closeing <br />she waits plotting <br /> <br />what set him off this time <br />god what is he thinking <br />am i that bad <br />is this my fault the horrible wife <br />its him i know that know <br />so she waits plotting <br /> <br />He awakens to her <br />standing like a broken statue <br />and a smile creases his face <br />learned you have buy the way you stand <br />for I am master you do what i command <br /> <br />You are wrong for I have been plotting my revenge <br />only to relize even if i kill you the hurt for me will never end <br />So i did the right thing <br />swallowed all the pills in the house <br /> <br />live with that I hope you can <br />because my pain is over <br />and yours will never end. <br /> <br />The smile no longer on his face as his wife passes out and dies <br />right there on the bedroom floor. <br /> <br />suddenly he thinks what have i done <br />as he reaches in the dresser draw and pulls out his gun <br />with the barrel he points it in his mouth <br />pulls the trigger and blows his brains out <br /> <br />His wife them stands and says <br />thank you <br />forgiving me am easy way out <br />I always knew you loved me <br />and it took you killing yourself to finally figure it out<br /><br />vincent armone<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-battered-women-strikes-back/
