To you
Fierce husband
And what do you do?
You poke, prod
And criticize
With unloving eyes
Accusations fly
Condemnation, frustration,
Contempt,
Even hatred
Show their signs
A computer monitor
Moved two feet
Sparks his rage
A chair is thrown
The cabinet dented
A stereo whizzes past
Her head
A weighing scale
And all her books
Tumble down
The stairs
Her shoes
Carried to the basement
Have been stuffed
In garbage bags
Why
Should she allow herself
To feel perturbed
Beaten
The result, instead,
Is the inception
Of a new feeling
A longing
To be independent...
Free...
Love's opposing force
Isn't loathing...
It is indifference
With zeroed out
Emotion
Comes clarity
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