a mother caught a cheating husband. a few minutes walk from their home in a high glass building. from below she knew which apartment it would be a green light shined from a Victorian lamp which she had gifted the thieving *****. as she ascended, the start of that beating drum thumped loudly with every step through the empty corridors she held her ear at every red frame for his voice of treason and on the seventy fifth floor at the eight hundred eighty eighth doorΒ Β she listened on heard voices unthinkingly in love her heart could not bare what her ears had heard her joints and elbows contorted inward towards her chest where she beat it madly with her fists she slumped all the way home plotting a demise for he and she allowing malevolence to poison her good hearted soul she thought of a way to get rid of them both climbing an endless staircase dark and poorly lit cries and tears of a joyless woman unrequited passed her children without a momentary glance not a wave goodbye no more kisses goodnight from the rooftop passed the eight hundred eighty eighth door she found her cure she leapt as she stared out into the sky and not a tear no more she will cry