tonight, they will kill each
other. i am sure of the screams
and screeches through the
ceiling (and the bruises coloured
in with maybelline) she hurls
something metal and a valley
of words, drifting between
their vicious hearts and spiteful
actions late at night on a sunday.‘he loves me, he loves me like
you never will, you bastard with
whores and children’ the ceiling
shakes as she runs from the steps
that leave my bones hollow from
below. the dog is barking and their
child is crying, no one has come
to separate them this time. i walk
out of my flat to stare at the stairs
to their hell, with the entire block stuck
in fright as we count the minutes until
intervention is necessary (and pray
that we don’t have to call the police
again tonight.)there is a couple, stuck in a cycle
that they’ve created for themselves.
tonight, they will kill each other;
i am sure of the screams.
Weighing The Planets
Come see what I see.
