Red

This, she does not know:
He has had this conversation before,
during three consecutive
morning showers at least.
Once soap got into his mouth
since he was ranting so wildly.
Bitter taste for bitter words.

This, he does not know:
She has had this conversation before,
with two colleagues, one neighbour, as well as,
if truth be told, her daughter’s teddy bear.
The neighbour she met at the shops
between the chocolates and the cookies.
Sweet tastes for sweet revenge.

When they have the ‘clarifying talk’,
they come armed to the teeth
but quickly find the misunderstanding,
and a little fault each in their own actions
and thus, truce, far too quickly.
They part shaking hands, if not kissing cheeks.
Their massive and ready guns are still cocked.

This, she does not know: That afternoon,
she will hit her young daughter for the first time in her life
for dropping her syrup like so many times before.
Red liquid will spread across the wooden floor.

This, he does not know: That evening,
he will cycle home late and get so angry at a careless driver
that he will hurl a stone at the car, and miss
and stare at the two red eyes which will glare back at him.

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One Response to Red

  1. Polly says:

    Powerful writing…

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