Drink. I up
it to the eyes. Nearer by smile.
Drank moments.
She herself
drank time.
Darling?
Yes, him
rolling gently up expecting drink.
Wonderful
drink.
Everything's
too tired.
Didn't sit
Wasn’t calm
She answered
Shame
Not loved
Just curiously
peaceful
She sighed.
He quietly began
She said,
you have lifted time tonight
Time finished.
Puzzled footsteps
Always
alone
Herself alone
He took his
smile when he went
She wanted
it!
Someone's holding
him satisfied
A coat, a
lamp
She knew
moments like stones
She cried, but
curtains lowered
She drank to
the tired chair without enjoying.The words came from:
LAMB TO THE SLAUGHTER by ROALD DAHL
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