She lay quietly listening
for the latch to open
Her anxiety mounting
as each hour passed
His steak was over cooked
Nothing one could change
He threw his plate
into the garbage
He pushed her aside
and left
Her relief was short-lived
He would be drinking,
his animosity building
All his small resentments
morphing into monumental
insults
worthy of retributive justice
She should take flight,
hide
but where?
A woman in a war zone
alone in the darkness
of night
Ellecee
Day 25 - NaPoWriMo 2024
Prompt: to be a woman in a war zone
From: TP_Poetry
