A Toast To Murder Poem by Adams Elizabeth Oyarese

A Toast To Murder

Squeaking chairs and broken glasses
The aftermath of last night's fight
Again, he came reeking of hatred
That husband I had called my own

Squeaking chairs and broken glasses
Upon my head he rained the pounds
And oh! my bloodshot eyes could see
The half empty glass beside my cake

Squeaking chairs and broken glasses
A toast to murder! cheers to the dead
With hands in cuffs and eyes that bleed
For this wretched life I made my own


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