He served at her pleasure and her pain.
She couldn’t trust him to do the dishes.
He wrote books he hoped she’d never read.
The forgery was verified, making her truth false.
He disappointed her in a whole new way.
“Come on, Straw-for-brains. Gas don’t work like oil.”
He couldn’t tell the difference between his wives.
She forgot where games ended and life began.
It began, at the beginning, when everything ended
You cannot hear me now, but I’m sorry.
The fat man stood on thin ice temporarily.
“Fire!” the general shouted in a crowded theater.
He ran and ran and ran to nowhere.
Her wisdom could not outweigh his monstrous stupidity.
I checked my phone again. Still no reply.
She has a name. I never knew it.
Her butter knife spread his ribcage. Tables turned.
His costume was welcome everywhere but in public.
His betrayal came in silken words of affirmation.
He couldn’t overlook her scars; neither could she.