I could hear her anger.
By the was she threw around
pots and kettles in the kitchen
she was doomed to be in.
The way her fork reached for the beans in the jar
It was so fierce and malicious.
Even grinding the pepper in the colourless rice felt like a ****** stab in his ribcage.
All the while he just waited,
Embarrassed by her tirade and indecisive of what he was to do.
So his eyes just closed.
Feigning ignorance
and sleep.