Sunday, January 29, 2012
A hint of rebellion begins to stir
In the recesses of her mind, a venom
Rippling just below the surface.
He avoids looking beyond the surface.
Clean house, warm dinner waiting, nothing to stir
Suspicion, blissfully ignorant of her venom
A poison tainting their domestic bliss, her venom
Builds, straining to remain below the surface.
He still notices nothing, never even bothering to stir.
Perhaps it’s time for that venom to surface; that should stir things up.