Fight over Wounds

She hurled angry words in bed,
robbing the subtilty in my voice.
She torpedoed a sinking ship of romance,
stealing the air from my lungs.
Her accusatory hollers echoed down the hall;
she dragged a knife along the wall to settle a score,
swooping to take me out like the trash.
After a stare-down,
she shook her fears off her chest
and released the blood-soaked knife.
She locked eyes, asking me to marry her.
I wish she’d just slit my wrist.

(© 2022 AC)

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