• Turning off the snooze I know I face yet another day.
    Looking around in a daze, I wonder , will it be today?

    Nude I stand and stretch, my placid morning routine, I head to the shower.
    Steam rising as I was away the filth, I struggle with the razor’s power.
    I close my eyes and turn off the water, not that way…not today.
    I dry off as I walk to my closet and pull out my neatly planned outfit.
    I get dressed, put on my sensible shoe choice of the day.
    Masking my inner thoughts, I leave my room and face my lover.
    “Have a good day” we say as we kiss, “Dinner at seven, unless my meeting run’s late.”
    I toss him one last absent smile, grab the keys and say goodbye.

    Heading to work, I think about how simple it would be.
    Driving my car off the road… really it would be so…easy.
    Shaking my head I try and force the thoughts from my mind.
    Clocking in I smile, while inside I cry…behind the disguise.
    Finishing the work day, I clock out and head home.
    Patting myself on the back, no one suspected…God I am so alone.

    Home again. I get started on my routine, doing the normal chores.
    Scrubbing, sweeping, my thoughts drift while I appear bored.
    While cleaning I consider mixing the chemicals, fixing myself a drink.
    Again I ignore the thought as my lover and I sit down to eat.
    I put the dishes away and head upstairs for another arousing night.
    Go through the motions, pretend pleasure, and listen to my lover fall asleep.

    I wait for the clock to strike midnight, congratulating myself on another day.
    Then, lying down, I start to cry, knowing that tomorrow might end another way.