Life With My Husband

Breathed the pollution of your hatred
My chest burned
Anger's smog thickened the air
Made it impossible to fill my lungs
Felt my own rage burst forth in answer
The desire to rip your throat out became nearly irresistible
How dare you treat me that way
I who laid down my life, my individuality, my desire
for your own selfish whims
Your very presence is irritating your touch repulsive
Why do I stay in your shadow let you make me your whore
Can I not muster a shred of dignity, one iota of self-respect
Have I truly been broken?
Is my apathy that deeply instilled?
How can it be when my anger is so fierce?
I feel drowned in waves of emotion followed by waves of numbness
There must be no hope left maybe death would be more amenable than this Half-Life