Anticipation Poem by Shreej k.c

Here enters her drunkard spouse
as usual drunk and louse
today her ears miss something, his usual curses
unsteady gait, plunges to couch like in hearses
usual stench out of his shoes, nauseous booze
Strange, today hands a gift box before he snooze

Stilly facing cracked mirror she runs her fingers
through her sunken eyes, premature crinkles
her hand smooths sandpaper, gown stain sprinkles
Slash-and-burn of half a decade
indurate she knows not to look ahead

Could it be her birthday
that passed a month ago
Could it be the pair of shoes
she craved from the last Christmas show
Could it be warm little sweater
fits the hopes kicking her womb in a row

She opens the box
figment fades, gets a blow
the gift box punch, her nose warp
She cares not to swab
lets the blood flow.