The Game of Hate

Her murderous hand swam with blood
Husband’s brain mangled now
Nights scream echoes loud
Spattered rain fills the room.

Jury laughed and sent her down
Sixteen years for swollen dreams
Hunted prisons & tortured wives
Empty lives swallowed whole.

The night he died he said he loved
He praised the lord & pushed her down
Unzipped his pants & unbuckled belt
Broke her jaw in fists of rage

Her children cried and ran away
Council homes, forgotten lives
Streets alone & broken glass
Feral thoughts, their name unknown

She fell to floor & hit her head
Volcanic pain which flashed on through
Screamed & charged & mist of red
Husband downed with statue new

She sits around in broken home
The silence of the tv on
Numbed, destroyed she carries on
Blood which trickles & clots her mind

~ what’s right or wrong I do not know.
© ed simkins

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