It happened again
The final straw
This time she would be laying down the law
For every night
After getting in bed
The sound like thunder would rumble in her head
She’d nudge him
She’d ask him
To move some different way
But no matter the position
The thunder wouldn’t go away
She’d pretend not to hear it
She’d read and play games
One pillow sometimes two
It was loud just the same
She only had three options
But they all came with a price
None of the outcomes would work out nice
She could lay there for hours
Until maybe it stopped
After taking more sleep meds
Finally knocked her out
She could grab up a pillow and blanket
And head to the couch
But she knew this was risky for her health
For if he woke up and noticed her gone
His anger would burst out like a wild hog
He’s call her stupid and a liar
But for what she didn’t know
He’d mumble slurs to himself back to bed
Solely seeing red
So she’d grab up her pillow and blanket
And head back to the room
So she’d lay back down beside him
What else could she do
But his anger would get worse
And he’d just get up and leave
Well now she’s done it
Bitch, why couldn’t you just sleep.
Now tomorrow is going to be another day filled with anger and wrath
All because he snores on his side, stomach, or back
He didn’t kiss her goodnight
Now there will be no kiss good morning
She’ll probably be shunned again
All because of his incessant snoring
She knew that idea was the worst one to choose
She should have just taken it
What’s a few hours of sleep to lose
She could have just kept her mouth shut
Like she did the day before
But tonight she was tired and couldn’t stand hearing it anymore
But there’s always option three
It lingers in her mind
But she could never ever go that route
Not yet not this time
But as the years grow longer
And the sleep becomes less and less
Option three will look better and better
She would be put to the test
What’s a friendly little pillow fight
Between resentful lovers
One pillow two hands
Option three for the smother
But it wouldn’t be easy
There’s be quite the struggle
This lying bitch would be on the floor
Choking in her own bloody puddle
So from now on she’ll just keep choosing
Good ole option one
Then she can continue being called
The grump morning one
At least now the bed is empty
Since he went to the couch instead
The room will be quiet
Now she can rest her little head
-Bonnie
Bonnie’s Beach 🏖 