06-25-2013, 05:18 PM
"Just put the goddamn clothes in the hamper, you bitch"
He said as he raised his fist. The balled up hand shaking
in it's resistance. She stood crying, not to dare him any
further. If she fought back, a swollen black eye is all she
would receive in return.
Thus, she complies and starts to grab up garments and
place them in the empty hamper. A mishap it was, she
didn't get to the laundry because the kid had an earache.
The time she spent placing a damp towel in the oven and
caring for her little boy caused her to fail in cleaning up.
Partly his fault, He threw the towels in floor after he showered
and made up a portion of the dirty jeans and shirts.
It was the alcohol that made him the way he was,
He would sit in the recliner moaning over The Cubs losing
while throwing back lager after lager.
The fridge once riddled with a case, quickly dwindled to nothing.
He would drink all those goddamn beers and turn into an
intolerable sun of a bitch.
Sometimes there would be laughter before the angst. but
most times the madness would be with a slam of the door.
Home he would come, often in a bad mood because the
job, because the debt, but most of the time it was simply
because we lived.
He said as he raised his fist. The balled up hand shaking
in it's resistance. She stood crying, not to dare him any
further. If she fought back, a swollen black eye is all she
would receive in return.
Thus, she complies and starts to grab up garments and
place them in the empty hamper. A mishap it was, she
didn't get to the laundry because the kid had an earache.
The time she spent placing a damp towel in the oven and
caring for her little boy caused her to fail in cleaning up.
Partly his fault, He threw the towels in floor after he showered
and made up a portion of the dirty jeans and shirts.
It was the alcohol that made him the way he was,
He would sit in the recliner moaning over The Cubs losing
while throwing back lager after lager.
The fridge once riddled with a case, quickly dwindled to nothing.
He would drink all those goddamn beers and turn into an
intolerable sun of a bitch.
Sometimes there would be laughter before the angst. but
most times the madness would be with a slam of the door.
Home he would come, often in a bad mood because the
job, because the debt, but most of the time it was simply
because we lived.