Worst Case Scenario


Worst Case Scenario

The lawn is neat and tidy
the Mexican’s just been in
the maid has scrubbed the patio
and last night, where the hell’ve you been?

I stumble into the bedroom
and sit on our king-sized bed
shoulders hunched in solitude
throbbing heart and migraine head

I smooth the bed-spread with my ageing hand
stare at my bloody wedding band
a rash is spreading underneath
I’ve lost all hope and all belief

I gaze at that awfully tacky vase
we bought on our honeymoon
it’s already been knocked over twice
been patched up again and glued

I stare at all your sickly ties
neatly hanging in a row
I’d love to strangle you with the one
I gave you Christmasses ago

I’d love to set your suits on fire
burn all your shirts, your whole attire
we’re a worst case scenario –
I should have had that face lift years ago

Frances Livings © 2006


© Manuel Archain
© Gregory Crewdson
Photograph by Lara Jade women's face in mirror illustration for Worst Case Scenario
© Lara Jade
© Hugh Kretschmer, Living in a Box

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