Chris Major

Domestic


she won't take it this time.
Hears his key fumbling at ))
the lock, drunken curses ((
that she knows from past ))
experience will suddenly((
explode to a violent rage;))
reaches across this bed ((
side cabinet,before the ))
first of a score of blows. ((
            ((#))
           |||
       ((::::)) "Hello."
                                                      "Hello."
                                                                 
                                                                "Emergency
                                                                     Services."
                                                                         
                                                                              "Hello........."

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See also, 'Concrete & Calligram', Chris Major's free for download electronic chapbook.
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