Yours, or Mine?


Long anticipated bliss

of matrimonial union arrived this

day these ten years since.

And what became of that joyous occasion?

What became of those years?

That happiness?

A decade has past since we were joined

at the hip by the consummation of our vows.

A decade since I learned

of your deceit and lies.

Of your betrayal.

But I was trapped,


captured by you to provide.

My mind is now a blank,

awash with worsted stained

by sin, and sustained by narcotics

supplied on a physician’s slip.

On our tenth anniversary I wait for you,

dear, with a fitting gift.

A revolver weighs heavy

in my clammy palm,

a single bullet sleeping alone

as I have many times

in one chamber.

But whose name will burn upon it

with the fire of passion, my love?


Or mine?


About malekmontag

I am a writer and a wage-slave, and proud father of George Giraffe. I live in the UK, but I exist everywhere. My first stories were published this year (2016) in Short Stories and Tall Tales (Atla Publishing). Follow me on Twitter @Malek_Montag15. My Work is also available on
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