Til Death Do Us Part
Laying in bed,
tv on, sending out noise and light,
to keep the voice out of my head,
and her presence out of sight.
I can hear her out there,
just outside the door,
I say a silent prayer,
that the light stay.
The tv is off, the light is gone,
I close my eyes,
as I hear the buzz of flies.
On my legs I feel a weight,
open my eyes, I know she is there,
it seems this is my fate,
as she moves closer.
She is right there,
her face in the dark, just outside sight.
A puff of breath, sickly sweet,
to cover the smell of rotting meat.