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Colors of Love
by Brian Francis
It never seems to matter how hard she tries
She still starts at any small noise and then cries
Numbness washing over her like waves
Crashing in the silence of anxieties grip
And at night when sleep avoids its rest
and taunts with drooping lids
endlessly waiting for that car door’s closing
and the turning of the key
to announce his arrival home
the stumbling down the hall
and the cursing tirades of whiskies stench
assailing her as he opens the bedroom door
tossing his clothes about as he trips into bed
She dare not move, feigning sleep,
quivering inside as she silently whimpers
afraid of what the day could have done
what sins of the world will drive his anger
what suffering will she bear to earn salvation
for his afflicted manhood
The marks upon her in the mirror continue
Long after the self-loathing promises of never again
Have faded and been washed away
By the beer and whiskey happy hour of another day
06/08/2008 Posted on 06/09/2008
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