Mrs Jekyll And Madame Hyde

Brown eyes.
Green eyes.
To be honest,
I never noticed.
Then he got into bed.
Tell you something;
I noticed then.

He was wild
Whenever he drank.
But I didn’t mind.
Just meant sex was better
For me, I mean.
But then he’d sober up.
Go back to being Jekyll.
I got bored.

I slipped the drink
Into his tea.
The way I figured it
Why does he get
To have all the fun?

I put on my best dress
The one with the slit up the side.
And fishnet tights
And thigh-high boots
I looked like a whore
But I didn’t care
That’s what he likes.

But he never noticed
He left the house
In a rush. I thought
What a waste, a scandal
An outrage, injustice.
But then he came home
Covered in blood,
And I thought to myself...
God is good.
R K Summers
Friday, February 12, 2010

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