|The Polygamist's Wife
Author: Phibonacci PM
I don't know where this spawned from.Rated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort - Words: 131 - Published: 08-18-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2944556
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The sun rises, calling in another day of utter devotion
while the rooster rings in the day outside the window
she has set her hair, and a breakfast table gourmet
remembering his favorite coffee mug, cream, no sugar.
Quick lipstick with a dash of blushed cheeks
she brushes her lips against his grainy chin
and he quietly slams the door, leaving her in peace
and a destroyed house to transform into a home.
These moments of solitude and silence heal wounds
as she pulls a sirloin steak and sets it out to defrost.
Only after everything is spotless and she can relax,
she pauses to perch raw meat upon battered flesh.
She stops to think to herself – what is the point?
He'll only be home in a few hours, anyway.