I was
Flat drugged
Snot bleeding
Laughed at whimpering
Willing my tears back into their ducts
Ashamed of their unwillingness to follow orders.
But at least I wasn’t
Torturing my wife
In front of her family
To show
Who was really in charge.
Instead, I was
Gripping
Live electric wires
As every muscle fiber screamed
So my children could keep loving their dad.
You’re right.
I was unstable.
What the hell was I thinking?
The Message
