Seething For Forty Seven Years
Her husband’s angry words were like shrapnel,
They exploded in her brain.
Forgiveness was not easy.
He thought it was over.
The words kept popping up in her head though.
She never fully forgot them.
She heard these words every December,
She heard them whenever she saw a Santa Claus
For he had been dressed as Santa at the time
he spit these words at her like maiming bullets.
She remembered his mother had been in the room,
and somehow that had made it worse.
Her husband had no idea the words were still ricocheting
Forty six years later, but they were there
Because they were being relived every Christmas.
Often times the fierceness of the words relived was worse than the original.
She divorced him forty-seven years after they were uttered
Because it was Christmas and she could not let them go.
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