All day long she moves in silence..Betrayed only by musical glass bangles,.I could almost believe in her non-existence.But at night,.she presents herself in giggles,.and the rustling of silk..Sometimes,.she wears the night out in sobs,.and screams in between loud meeting of angry fist on flesh..Her husband,.likes to think she is a goddess incarnate.and either adorns her in silk embraces.and worships her sensuality.or inflicts her malaise and anger..In stages of brutality..Her remonstrations..His expletives..And the night tries itself out..Then silence, as intangible as death..Her sobs..His pleas.Carrying the death of the fumbling dregs of his misery.The morning comes..Carrying in its mouth,.promises of a recurrence.
All day long she moves in silence..Betrayed only by musical glass bangles,.I could almost believe in her non-existence.But at night,.she presents herself in giggles,.and the rustling of silk..Sometimes,.she wears the night out in sobs,.and screams in between loud meeting of angry fist on flesh..Her husband,.likes to think she is a goddess incarnate.and either adorns her in silk embraces.and worships her sensuality.or inflicts her malaise and anger..In stages of brutality..Her remonstrations..His expletives..And the night tries itself out..Then silence, as intangible as death..Her sobs..His pleas.Carrying the death of the fumbling dregs of his misery.The morning comes..Carrying in its mouth,.promises of a recurrence.
