August dribbles - 14


Will he lay flowers over my dead body
Vile worm, eater of soil, despising me
Devouring days of homemaking, of toil?
Then I who’ve stood for him so many times
Will sit in judgment. He no more
Shall eat my dinners till he says
He loves me and he’s sorry.

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