Marriage

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By Carol Allan

Your marriage is broken
What can you do?

Domestic abuse,
He never hit me,
But silence is like a cancer spread,
The look, god, the look,

‘What’s for tea?’ is all he’ll say
The atmosphere cuts like a knife in my heart,
Though the knife is invisible,
You still feel it in every twist and turn,

You make the tea
All the while feeling sick
Tea over, you get marks out of ten,
No joke!
And you’re not even on Masterchef!

You read a book, go online,
Anything to distract you from the mental abuse
Of the person you love not speaking to you
Giving you the silent treatment
And then you go to bed

Dying, crying inside,
All the while thinking
What have you done?

Tomorrow things will get better,
As you realise
Self preservation comes first,
And you leave your broken marriage behind.