A Quiet Life

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, 

Quiet and red.

The woman that never fought back,

Never murmered, 

All in persuit of a quiet life.