for the fifth time this week
he foams at the mouth,
smashing telephones
and blocking the doors,

screaming at me, maddened
yet in his eyes some malicious glee
overtaking grief, taking it out on me

this thing, this being
 which keeps me chained
by guilt worry stress and strain
replacing love with bitterness
excitement with fear,

until i finally EXPLODE!

i fling wedding crystal to the floor
barefoot, i dance upon the shards
howling like a she wolf in the night

my blood shrieking in my ears

and
for the first time,
since the madness began
he steps
out side
of his
 self
and sees
ME
in raging glory

he sits,
mouth agape,
watching quietly
oh, so quietly
and oh, so late.