I try to be a good wife
Desperately wanting a better life.
I’m not good enough for him, muttering to herself
I can’t stop, she begins to cry, he doesn’t understand.. hangs me on the shelf.
7 years of marriage, drinking every day
I pander to that man-car begins to sway…
The wrong way, a double yellow line
A truck rear ends her double flips off the bridge
60 foot drop to the highway below
mangled metal crushed and bruised brunette
I really did it this time…
~Now everything is fine.