Monday, February 27, 2012

Blood Stained

Blood Stained
By Lisa McCourt Hollar

Even when he is home.
She pretends not to care
That he’s talking to her.
The other her,
Not his wife,
The woman he swore
To love,
And cherish
Till death do them part.
But her.
The woman across the world,
Who he’s never met.
Who he tells is beautiful…
And his wife dies inside,
A little each day,
Alone and forgotten,
Her anger growing,
Simmering behind her eyes,
Her heart growing cold.
Her soul broken,
She has nothing to lose,
But the life that he stole.
He was talking to her,
When she put the gun to his head
And stained the computer screen red.

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