Overpowering all you survey,
With a voice that grates cheese.
One day you’ll cut your throat
With that razor-edged tongue.

Your broken husband sits shaking.
Parkinsons.
Or is it fear?
As your stagnant humanity
Hacks at a soul you once loved.

A moment of calm.
Then unannounced melodrama explodes.
Ripping apart the atmosphere
With lethal shards of anger,
As you plunge your hatred,
Straight into his heart.

Indelibly branded in my mind,
I will never forget
The cold, dull glaze
Of those dead white eyes.

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