Natural Rhythm

Poem By Emily Myers

Inhale.
The natural rhythm of life
The constant drum beat
of a husband on his wife.
Exhale.
The blood rushes in veins
Ever present regret
Shes locked in his game.
Inhale.
This rhythm is getting hard to control
This roller coaster ride is
Beginning to get old
Silence.
Her breath has stopped and is gone
A husbands bottled rage explodes
And hes won.

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