I won't make a sound without his order
He controls all that forms me
All that makes me up into the thing I have become
I carry no will without his offer of salvation
I drop my eyes to continue respect
Turn my head when we commence in sex
I lay there waiting for hands to move
He guides everything
From the way I talk to the stride in my walk
He dresses me so others won't see me
He says its because I'm beautiful
That no man should look at beauty but he
That the only person that should love me is he
We come home together like clock work
He leaves me home like clock work
My chores everyday left on the counter
I do them in the time given always 7.3 hours
I make sure dinner is served to his liking
I make his drink afterwards to his liking
For days/months/years he comes home at exactly 8:30
Dinner is waiting, drink is too
Now he is getting sick
Can't do the things he use to do
No more lay down sex
No more dinner at 8:30
In a weeks time his reign over me ended
Was it because he was getting old
Growing tired of his routine
Or was it the poisons I put in his whiskey water mix
The drugs laced in his soap
Or the ailments on his clothes
This way I regain my control
I even can reclaim my soul
Am I wrong to do such things
Is it so wrong I wanted to be free
But in his perfect world that wasn't meant for me
So I gave myself a way out
Over his dead body he said
A woman should stay in her place
By her husband's side
So by his side I shall be
Til death do us part....so shall it be
Sincerely Yours,
Desperate House Wife
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