Domestic Violence

Remorse filing insides with sharpened tears, cutting and scraping life out like a d and c. Anger holding on, causing agonizing moments fraught with pain and sorrow. Longing for peace, finding that there is none, running away, hiding in deepest Africa, out of sight, away from a mind. Sorting out feelings and memories that lie, destroying life within. Unable to answer reasonable questions, seething inside, boiling over, pretending nothing is happening. Smiling, looking for something pleasant to think of, holding on to the only pleasure left - that of death. No other will suffice, choking on this device, supposedly being in love and marriage. It is only the deranging of a woman's personality and being, man sucking his pride, lashing out, cruelly perpetrating a crime worse than death - that of domestic violence. Death as anyone can see, is happily and readily looked forward to.