He Was Never Drunk Enough

He was never drunk enough
to keep

quiet about his views
And in other news

she began planning 
a version of leaving

Meanwhile he thought 
to float away on an ice floe

She had no idea she did not
listen as he wept

Only the fleck of quiet
joined them

She could not swallow
anything her throat muscles

clamped shut she could not retrieve
what made her love him 

what made her live 
what felt like forever

He slumped over 
in his chair and fell

The spell that took her in
dissolved he could no longer

breathe the same air she breathed
She was choking then died without

dying exactly her sin 
his sin bloating the room


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