thoughts on a recurring occasion 

alcohol slips into the mouth, down the throat, destroying the organs,

tearing him apart.

she finds herself when he’s away,

so free and so fulfilled –

it’s all an act in his presence.

the life that they have built on infertile soil, a foundation of imbalance –

they don’t really want this life…

and how easy it would be 

to simply stop.

apologize.

and remain sincere. 

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