A Quiet Life

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A lifetime of quiet resentments
Paved the way
To red mist driven,
Steely sharp
Slashing, slashing madness.

If only she had told someone.
If only she had let it out.
If only he had let her breathe,
Let her believe; believed in her
Just a tiny, tiny bit.

But his overbearing arrogance
Made him a wife full of tiny holes,
Filled full of ire,
A raging soul
Behind her perfect, placid smile.

She waits for them
To come and take her away,
Quite and red.
The woman that never fought back,
Never murmured,
All in pursuit of a quiet life.

© Cathie Bagley