My alarm clock begins its morning ritual.
Quickly and with practiced precision
It is silenced for yet one more day in hell with you.
Panic swells my throat closed as I feel your stirring beside me,
Warning me of what is to follow.
I cringe as you scream of my impending death
Brought upon myself, as usual,
From my latest stupidity and moronic behaivor.
I thank God as you turn away and fall into slumber's arms again.

I pray that the first entry as Battered Woman is not my last.
Intuitive feelings and thoughts warn me
That someday you will actually drain the life from my body,
Just as you have consumed my spirit whole.
Did you not once, so very long ago,
Stand up before God and the world
And promise to love, protect, and cherish me?
When did you decide that you were wed to the most idiodic slut
Inhabiting Mother Earth?

I never, in an eternity, thought myself capable of the hateful,
Murderous dreams I have of you now.
I now plot your death as I sit here smiling at you,
Reciting the words you want to hear from memory.
One more day of hell I suppose I will tolerate
As I contemplate the ending most deserved of
By your cruel and ugly life,
These visions being the only joy I have felt in so many years.