Still Jumping

I’d rather walk into a quiet house Lone sweet kitty greeting me at the door No hell raging from my fiery spouse Lips spewing lunacy and hate no more Still jumping when the phone rings late at night Your constant contemplation of sweet death Ringing in my rousing head as I fight Running from your cold hands and heated breath I’ve covered up the holes inside the walls But contusions in my soul are steadfast I feel the crossness of your rising calls As you wake me from my slumber harassed Lone sweet kitty calming my wounded heart I put together what you took apart