the room reeks of heavy, suffocating silence
the living room's lights flickering occasionally
the scent of familiarity in the apartment no longer exists
the king-sized bed is now meant for one
the way they clawed for the past few months
chills her to the very bone and
eats away at her already wilting soul
just like a moth drawn to the flame
his presence and attention are all she needs
perhaps they have met their crossroad long ago
now they are just afraid to face the music
how much they fought for each other initially
how much they fought to be together
she feels like puking her gut out
ding dong ding dong knock knock
he's finally home
his cold glare is something she's accustomed to
the past loving husband façade is dead and
now replaced by a demonic presence
take a bath and then dinner will be ready in no time
she sweeps teardrops off her flawless porcelain face
and flashes her best smile at the demon
performance time
that's what she thought
