Ways of Living Ix
puts on a happy face
in every context that s/he
thinks calls for it, never
speaks loudly, never
shows anger, never
rustles anybody’s feathers
until
s/he
gets
home---
then like a branch snapping
in a strong wind,
out comes the lash at the
significant other at home,
who innocently might inquire
as to how said day had gone,
as to what had rubbed their
other the wrong way, but it
is too late---verbal abuse
comes before physical abuse,
but both are deadly, for words
stay in the mind & tattoo the
heart, whilst the fist bruises &
just might kill---unhealthy is
an understated way of
describing this person.
Copyright © Andrew Delapruch | Year Posted 2012
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