Sunday, August 20, 2017

Accidently

It was always a fragile peace
like 2 warring tribes
sharing the same mountain
or gangs
sharing
the same neighbourhood.




One slap, one drunken outburst
One day of intolerance
of the "couldn't-help-myself" behaviour
is all it takes
to start the war again
Then, seeing the bloodshed
a temporary truce called in
by the police
or the "social worker"


And that
is how one dies
after 20 years of marriage.
Or 7.
Or 2.



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