She watches him.
Fists clenched and a mouth filled with silent rage.
Scars long healed ache as he thunders, heart black as ink
boney finger point and stinging lies spew from his mouth
with rancid spite and bile.
Flowers long dead cast shadows at the grave of a love long departed.
another fist into soft warm flesh.
Words vile and dark fall on deaf ears,
and where once they cast wounds deep now
she simply turns and smiles
closing the door one last time.