The Other Woman
There was always this other woman...The outraged voice she heard so often...
The other woman that was there...
Just never seen.
The other woman who claimed her so many nights...
The woman she had never heard of...
She didn't know who this woman was...
All the rage...
It didn't add up.
This other woman was her...
The years of anger that had built up...
Was now trying to escape...
But would she let this woman out?
She didn't know what to do.
She never knew she had so much voice...
The anger, frustration, and rage...
The softness in her voice now gone...
The silkiness in her eyes washed away...
Passion once there vanished.
No more of the other woman...gone.
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