9/8/2018 0 Comments pillz(Story) Rattling the pill bottle she listened in thought. Contemplating whether to take as prescribed or indulge on a few more. No longer in hospital, the swelling on her knee subsided and bearable to walk on. The pallets eased her fears, nurturing an ailment far off from its prescribed note. Ordinary days finally seemed ordinary. Cleaning the house flowed leisurely. Pots sizzled in music, Tupperware stuffed, sealed and neatly tucked in the freezer. The chores kept her company blissfully right before gloom cast in. Her spine coiled at the creak of the knob every day, at half past six. Devastation caved her chest upon his return. “Hello honey” staggering through high spirits. “Mmm…” uninterested of her vigor. “I made oxtail for supper. Banana loaf and custard for dessert” desperate for his approval. The heavy briefcase smashed the table like a play set before he seated, watering off her grin to a corner. Cautious of his mood she glided to the seat next to his and slid the heavy box aside. Observing his loud breaths behind each bite, she fantasized him choking on his fork. “Go wait for me in the bedroom.” words spat out. Relieved of one expectation, it was time to prepare for the next. Gripping the seat stiffly her fingers tore through the plastic cushion cover for the sake of quietly mouse away. But before then, a little moment to herself was desperately sought. At last with her favored friends, she tossed her head back and met an agreeable reflection. A few more can't hurt. A handful of water splashed a needed chill to her cheeks. She watched her pupils drown her iris black. We’re ready. Her feet softly patted to hell. Numb for the rest of the night.
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