The Restraining Order
"Well, how ya doin?" he asked
placing his foot inside the door.
His face became a sneer
as he recognized her fear
that only strengthened his resolve.
"What are you doing here?" she said
leaning her body against her side of the door.
She couldn't smile, didn't want to frown
as terror coated her tongue.
"Well, I come to see you, dahlin." he cooed
leaning lazily against the outside jamb.
"Dontcha think we could talk awhile .... "
"No!" she screamed. "No, no go away." she sobbed
pushing at the door.
Suddenly, he moved. The door slammed shut.
Inside she stood trembling.
He shrugged, turned and walked away smiling
having accomplished his mission
in their escalating war.
Slowly he drove away to a liquor store
and after putting a bottle in his car,
walked leisurely down the street to a gun shop.
In his gait was a little hop.
~~
~~~
~~~ Dedicated to all the men, women and children
who have lost their lives in domestic disputes ~~~~~
Copyright © Sue Mason | Year Posted 2009
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