Sunday, April 10, 2016

A Witness



No Pay Check

He was holding two big 
bags of beer bottles
in both arms.
   No paycheck.   

He was already drunk,
as a skunk or sailor,
heinous husband,
profligate parent.


She smashed a beer
bottle over his
besotted head.


The floor flooded with
beer, blood and
broken glass.


Screams summoned
the doctor who
stitched without
pain killers.

He never felt
anything.

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