atrophy wife

Once upon a time 
she had the world at her feet
Now she’s a bruise map 
on a dead end street 
When the sun rises 
she dreads his eclipse
She knows there’s no
greater darkness than this

Yes, she was smart
pretty and funny
but she learned too slowly
he only wanted a dummy
he could stick himself into
and put words in her mouth
until she understood she
was no longer herself

each moment drifting
a little further from life
another dull day for
the good atrophy wife

By zombies and vampires
she is amused
They hold no horror
for one so abused
For saviors and saints
she has no regard
All the years they did nothing
only made her heart hard

Too long they keep her
in the shadow of love
a state they claim is
more than enough
for any woman
and then wonder why
all they seem to do
is wither and dry

each moment drifting
a little further from life
another dull day for
the good atrophy wife

Doors and windows
that led into refuge
she now stares at for
a means to elude
the prison he makes
and the bars they design
to capture her spirit and
enslave her mind

So if you see her
anywhere she might be
take care of her for
if she is free
she will not be bound
again by falsehood and lies
She has better things
to do with her life

than watch it drifting
a little further from sight
into another dull day for
the good atrophy wife