He was so worked up with her constant yelling,
that he packed to live in a remote motel.
There were coyotes' howling and sounds of water
wind mills all around him. He found comfort
in loud sounds that didn't seep into his skin,
so much that he couldn't feel his nerves.
His wife wasn't always loud;
she began when alcohol drove him further
away from her.
She was loud because she wanted remnants
of his conscience to hear her....
Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2017