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Original poetry, don't like, don't read. At least it's short.
It's a poem. About asshole husbands who rant as a means of expressing negative emotions.
Instead of listen, look:
Your husband’s words fall like stones,
One by one into the basket of your gut.
Collected, build them into a wall around your heart,
Line a well into your soul.
Looking, learn to duck without moving
Those stones that launch at your head.
(Their dust dries your eyes, your voice.)
The house you build
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Wow, that touched a nerve, started crying immediately. Very simple words that pack an emotional punch. Beautiful and sad.
I like it. thank you!
Very powerful. I commend your courage and your skill.