Shaking, aching, clenching, writhing, the fear still inside him.
She tries to reach the man she married but he’s not there.
He never was. Just a boy in long pants with tattoos and a beard.
Drinking, drinking…always drinking. Drink some more, stops him thinking.
Hiding under a blanket, wait until morn. The phone calls start again. He can’t take anymore.
Hide the razor, don’t leave him alone.
Most of all… turn off the f*****g phone.
