My friend said she tripped over the cat. She trips

over that cat a lot. Walks into doors, falls down

stairs, burns herself with the iron, the stove, the fire.

My friend is clumsy. Accident-prone. Or so

she claims. Who does she think she’s kidding?

She doesn’t fool me, or the hospital staff who all

know her name, or the police who try their best

over and over to convince her to press charges.  

 

He plays his part well, should have been on stage.

He looks all innocence, the concerned boyfriend,

his beautiful blue eyes widen in confusion.

No, he doesn’t know how she got those bruises,

that broken wrist, that fractured rib and punctured

lung, those dislocated fingers, another blackened eye...

updated by @americymru: 01/05/17 07:33:55PM