Divorce.

It’s morning, muted slivers of light play

peek-a-boo through the cracks of the door.

Vacant sighs slip in the room as she wakes

up enslaved in pain’s full scope.

Divorce lurks near the papered walls like

a thief- haunting her like a nightmare.

 

The church bells toll and knell.

The communion is broken and their

marriage license is up for grabs like an

award.

Years of bliss are embroidered with cross

stitches of misery.

Somewhere in between betrayal and

fighting, their marriage became

contentious.

 

Logic dwindled- words were yelled in

anger, brewed perceptions and frustrations

hit the limit as they constantly argued and

lost the affection and intimacy that they

felt for one another.

They became perfect strangers, two

housemates tolerating one another in

the presence of contempt.

The rings that bound their love became

shackles of hate. He couldn’t stand her.

 

Divorce papers were served as breakfast

on a silver plate.

The grounds for divorce were as brief as a

whore’s dress and as distinct as the sound

of bass.

The words hit her like a bad case of diarrhea

as his voice echoed inside her head causing

a dizzy spell.

He wore betrayal like a headband with a

neon sign that blinked, “I am leaving you”.

 

Cold words and a harsh reality set a death

march for their marriage – a legal funeral

of love extorted from years of betrayal,

built up anger, frustration, misunderstandings

and hate.

The bronze court doors closed behind them

opening tombs of memories as they laid their

marriage to rest.

The sound of the church bells faded slowly.

Their Church vows were replaced with,

“irreconcilable differences”.

They are now another stereotype of screwed

up marriages in the 21st Century, a dead statistic

of high divorce rates in these times.

 

©FloetryC 2016

wqe

 

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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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