Mister and Misses Mistress ( A story about an affair)

He committed a crime when he broke his marriage vows.

Staggering amidst a shadowy congregation. Constantly

creeping instead of sleeping. The lines of deceit printed

on the collar of his shirt, evidence from the previous night.

Shades of suspicion and mistrust on his face, the hue of lying,

cheating Husband imitating the look of cold blooded murderer,

the blood of his wife and children spills because of his betrayal.

Without any feeling of remorse, his guilt and deception accentuate

his shady glow. He doesn’t care about his wife and children anymore.

A moving contradiction, his stories do not add up.

Quick to lie and frame people in his life. Using scapegoats,

buying time with accomplices to his passion. A perfect

cover up for his crime. A love affair seems fair to a man

in despair. Giving his sojourner truth to a distressed wife,

preaching loss of love, sacrifice and patience to a mother,

a wife. A shocking confession as precise and clear as crystal,

almost as distinct as the sound of brass and metal. A shaming

truth as cold and shrill as the sound of agony. An unexpected

reality as somber and sonorous as the voice of pain. The words

he said broke his wife’s heart and destroyed a marriage.

He’s leaving his family for his mistress.

They are living the life of fugitives. Two outlaws always on the

move; a mistress riding naked in a get-away car with a stolen

groom without shame. Trashing his wedding band and

embracing a fake non-committal replacement. Constantly hiding

and watching their backs to ensure that no one is watching.

Peering through key-holes, and embracing stake outs. Shacking

up in hotels and motels; a cozy home for all marriage affairs.

See, his story started with “I do” and ended with “I don’t”.

Promises of forever faded to never. Somehow he lost his faith

and got lost in between faithful and unfaithful. A story of real

love now a gossip through the streets. He mocked the altar and

fucked his mistress on the aisle. Shreds of white now stained,

messing up the purity of a union that even bleach wouldn’t be

able to fix. He committed the first murder by destroying the

sanctity of marriage. She became an accomplice to a crime

accentuated by desire, satisfying his masculine inflections.

Parading a damned union through the street. A fleeting story of

passion and desire masquerading as a married couple without shame.

Walking proudly, hand in hand…

Introducing; Mister and Misses Mistress.

A marriage is destroyed.

©FloetryC 2015

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Author: AfroetryC

I am an African woman and a mother to a precious little angel. I love to use the term "Afro-floetic Queen" mostly to describe my poetry and my roots. I love poetry...art, soul music and inspirational bits of knowledge to offer advice and counseling to those who need it. I can be very witty, straight forward but fun. Ha. ha... A colorful perception of the world - expressed in my poetry. I want to inspire people with my Poetry...give them hope, while also advising them. Life is a learning process and i am happy when one of my pieces directly affects or inspires one of my readers. Let's take a detour around experience, and let me fill your minds with sweet poetic juices.... Note: Just changed my user name from FloetryC to AfroetryC because the latter is more personal and describes my Spoken Word Poetry better.

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