untitled by Sherry Skalandis

Ink smears. Pages bleed. She cries, while he sleeps. The rain pours. Puddles splash down in the street. The shouting stopped, fists stayed at their sides. But peace has failed; her heart still breaks. The phone rings, a neighbor concerned, paces. The phone stares and she ignores. The flowers have begun to wilt since they fought last, a gift with a promise that has faded.