Bleeding Tears

He might have been abusive scum
Striking distance always close
His words weapons on a sharpened tongue
Betrayals carelessly concealed

His drinking was a constant scourge
The drug use indiscriminate
Sullen silences before the tube
Maybe one rough fuck before the snore

She decided that she'd had enough
Cooked his last meal when he tripped in
When he bitched about the day's affronts
Just a pinch of arsenic in his stew

She watched him succumb, a greyish blue
Shed tears as sweet days came to mind
Long vanished with neglected need
The "little darlin'" trapped, but finally freed.