He comes home,

Slams the door shut.

Throws his coat down,

On the floor of his hut.

In a drunken stupor,

He walks to the couch.

She breathed fast for,

Behind there she crouched.

He grabs a beer,

The tenth one that day.

She sits and prays,

Wishing him away.

He calls out her name,

She quivers in fear.

“Jenny?â€