The Cunning Linguist

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I Can Feel You Breathing {A Short Story Poem}

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The silence is so loud tonight; I wonder if it's me,
I wonder if it's real you see 'cause I can feel you breathe,
your shoulders rise and fall; inhale exhaling every breath,
it breaks my heart that you'll be sleeping through your very death.

We have five years of wedded bliss with twenty overall,
with rarer trips to therapists for plenty overhaul,
but I can't take it anymore; I've lost my f**kin' youth,
as well as trust in you; I'm speaking nothing but the truth.

It wasn't always like this for us; where did we go wrong?
Oh right you're cheating on me with some guy and it's so wrong,
that you're still f**king him and want to come back home to me,
I've seen you at his house; it's like you have the only key.

Of course this would be news to you; it's somewhat nifty dear,
that you've been sleeping with this man for these past fifteen years,
that's more than half our marriage with your cold deceiving mind,
I feel most sorry for our son, and he's not even mine.

You think you've got me spun but see I've known for quite some time,
you lay here sleep while I've been crying through the night sometimes,
to keep it buried in me for so long it's like the norm,
I've felt you breath for years but now so long; tonight you're gone.

Remember when we called off work? Played hooky down the shore?
You drained me of my love but I was always down for more,
see making love to you has been the honor of my life,
I've never showed you less than total honor as my wife.

It's funny how perception changes oh so easily,
it's never been enough to show just what you mean to me,
you wanted more and got it now you get it twice a week,
your face is so angelic as you lay most nights in sleep.

The first time that I followed you's what made me very cold,
you parked and then ran up to him; it made me very old,
I mean like instantaneous the years were piling on,
you stayed with him for hours and I'm talking light of dawn.

Twelve times after that I followed; you were unaware,
that driving to your lover meant your husband coming there,
and camping out; the windows were so dark in his abode,
the nights I work is when you go; forgive my darkened soul.

I was supposed to work tonight; I thought that you'd be there,
but you were not and I was past the point of truly scared,
my anger overrode that pit of stomach feeling; fear,
I broke inside that house; your lover couldn't hear me dear,

'cause he was too engrossed in music playing from the buds,
and he was not expecting to be flat out laid from slugs,
that flew from out the. 38 which surely hurt his fate,
I shot his purty (pretty) face and sent him to the pearly gates.

I stood there for moment but it felt like maybe two,
I read one time that people snap; I think that may be true,
cause even in the midst of all that carnage I was calm,
and that was with the skull and brain bits crawling down his arm.

Now here I am in bed beside you listening to you snore,
and trying not to cry but I don't give a sh!t you wh0re,
you ruined everything we cherished over random d!ck,
the gun that's in my hand right now for sure will handle it.

You know I've always loved you but there's just no other way,
and it would be a sin for you to live another day,
I put three holes inside you; with your blood all runnin' out,
I still can feel you breathing only now with gun in mouth.

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