Spirit Bomb

Young him
Younger her
Dashing
Photogenic
Popular
Good rhetoric
His spell on her
Passionate
Rediculous
He graduate
Says he wait
Make a mountain of happiness
So they can escape
She promise mom she'd finish school
But he in the army
So after high school she gone just like that
Smooth
Stationed in paradise
He showers her with ambrosia
Fruits of the gods
Everything she need
Teach her to drive
He give her free
Doom and gloom she persists through
While he in the field doing his duty
He come home
Smiling
she tells him
Our two will be three
As she rubs her belly
Elevated ethereal feelings
Endorphins flowing from them they poured
That's when she said
Our three will be four
16 months after he felt like his blessings
Were done
Along with a daughter she gave him
A son

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His daughter
Daddys girl
Follow him everywhere
She drink from his cups
His son
The namesake
He scrape his knee
Told to stand up
Strong
Hold ya head up
Never wrong
Be proud
No other bond could compensate
To the one who shared his name
In the boys eyes he knew held his ultimate vice
Then
Then the sun set in paradise
His tenure fulfilled he earned his way home
Family in tow
Along with his service
It seemed
their happiness was gone

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Ragged wenches she curses out
His infidelity
Her misunderstanding
His arrogance
Her shaking the past in his face like a wet rag
His repeated attempts at repentance resembling perpetual resentment toward what was his right hand
Now it's bland
Back to back in the bed
Back to back missed movie nights
He struggling
She strangling tugging wrangling
He weeping shamefully wishing he could take it all back
She love him
But not like she used to
Files for divorce papers on baby girls first day of school
Now he reeling restless revealing how he can't be without his kids
Through the sting of fire tears
His pleas she listens
He speaks she bears witness
But all she can hear is what he told to his mistress
As he laid with her
Rubbed her back and whispered to her
Like he does with me
She thinks
All she can hear is the crack in her heart as it falls out of place
So close to the sun
wings of wax
Felled from grace

As the saying goes
she heard what she hear
He shamefully accepts
The fruits of his labor
What he'd done....
Because at this point
her heart
Deserted
Cold
Numb

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