The Wife

by Chelsey   Jan 25, 2011


Silently suffocating in a pool
of her own self pity
Swallowing pockets of air
filled with regret and anguish

Soiled with fornication
She smells perfume on his shirt
Eyelids are her only barricade
for erupting tears

Haunted by fragmented vows
lies echo in her head
A green circle on her finger
her ring now tarnished

He besmirched his last name
which she wears everyday
His love like shackles
trapping her with his infidelity

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  • 13 years ago

    by Daisy if you do

    Love, love, love this write from you. It pulls every emotion that a woman experiences after infidelity. The flow is absolutely great. Awesome job.

    Take Care,
    Kay

  • 13 years ago

    by Lu

    Chels I love how you just let this write flow. A very different style than your normal, I must say.

    Sad and touching!

  • 13 years ago

    by Lemma

    This is really simple but it works well, especially if you're not used to writing free-form stuff (it's harder than you'd think right?!)

    The only thing I'd perhaps change is in the line

    "soiled in fornication" where I'd make "in" to "with". Just a thought, otherwise, I like it =)

    xXx

  • 13 years ago

    by Yakari Gabriel

    This was powerful indeed...I truly enjoy your poetry..simple,true..sometimes complex but most importantly..they are so damn..relatable..oh my..how I relate to the things u write sometimes!!! *mwa

  • 13 years ago

    by Jenna Bella Oldridge

    "A green circle on her finger
    her ring now tarnished"

    ^ loved the above lines

    the poem as a whole was ok I felt a little more emotion could have gone into it though

    4/5

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