Suburban Suicide

He leaves the house, his wilfe stands there naked in doubt.

Her children pull at her dress in an attempt to fulfill their desire for love.

She goes back into the house. Her morning spent by the phone, waiting for his call.

It never comes.

At last her battered senses attack, she takes a trip of fear throughout the the realm of desire.

The neglected children hang the cat from the bannister.

Screams come from her mouth as the knife slides deeper into her throat.

Open, the door bangs shut with a thousand intonations, all heard by none.

He stands transfixed in horror, the cat swings slowly in a rythmic gore.

The pain is keener than any blade.

The body writhes in torture.

Years go by before the secret is found.

There they lay, forever more in a swath of peace.

Still he turns, dread the encounter.