Gathering Storm

In 2010 my wife wanted
to have a baby and
move an hour closer to work
but I wanted neither
and we fought like crazy
for a couple months before
my will broke and
she got everything she wanted.

Now she’s decided to wage a jihad
against our cats who
before the children
were our family but
now are a smelly afterthought and
she’s planning a Stalinist purge.

The cats don’t understand
her recently growing disdain
or perhaps (being cats)
they don’t give a fuck or
don’t like her either so
I’m left as the only one who
fears the coming judgment.


About semiblind

Bringing you stark existentialism since 1981.
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