It was a strange day at work, every minute blasted by like a second,
I was standing in line, the cashier said “Sir?” while I calmly reflected.
She’s been up late at night. Eyes vacantly staring into another place in her mind,
I tried to keep suspicions from going, but she’s consistently showing signs of cheating,
Checking her phone constantly, putting it’s face down when I look, my heart’s beating
starts screeching, when I ask her who she’s sexting, she starts screaming.
Should I start leaving or take her word for it?
The laughs to myself turn morbid.
I burned for it, to catch them in the act.
It’s the only thing I thought about lately, hard to stay in one moment exactly..
As she asked me again, “Sir, we accept visa and credit, any form of debit..” it impacted me.
Like my life’s subtraction seemed abstract and otherworldly, an absurd being,
tossed into another person’s scheme. Am I the victim or victor?
Marriage vowes declaired so proud, now into her eyes I stare in doubt..
And the look that she gave me made me feel like my throat was constricted.
I know this isn’t the end of it. I’ll make amends and give you gifts,
To the highest levels of our world we’ll lift.. with your murder weapon in my grip.
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