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

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