Windows
I take my wife’s knife
The one she stashed below the mattress
Beneath the bed frame was my baseball bat
Both were there just in case we had intruders in the house
My wife wasn’t home
My kids were at school
I didn’t tell my wife that two weeks ago I was laid off from my job
I’ve battled depression for decades
It got worse as the years went on
My marriage was falling apart
My kids hated me
Alone in the house I took my wife’s knife
I made clear and concise cuts
From my wrist downwards toward my cubital fossa
With clear and concise cuts
© 2015 David Greg Harth
15.02.08.18:02:00@NYC