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
Years of bliss are embroidered with cross
stitches of misery.
Somewhere in between betrayal and
fighting, their marriage became
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
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
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,
They are now another stereotype of screwed
up marriages in the 21st Century, a dead statistic
of high divorce rates in these times.