-Dead of Night
She is woken by the noise
Of raised voices downstairs
She recognises her husband’s voice
The other she is unaware
She stands and listens
Trying to decipher what’s being said
Though the voices are too mumbled
Yet the anger she hears fills her with dread
As she steps towards the bedroom door
There are no more mumbled words
Just yelling and loud scrambled noises
Then deadly silence is all that can be heard!
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Deb M | Year Posted 2022
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