Curlybluedo

Day after day I've accepted you back When you said "I've had it with all of this crap, With the lies and the hiding, the sneaking around--" And yet I'm still here, in this big empty house, With no husband beside me... Your ring's on the sink. You left it here last time, and the time before, I think. Did you tell her you're married? Or is it part of your game To make us both think we have rightful claim? You come back to me with her name on your lips, Her words in your ears, Her taste in your kiss. Did you think I don't notice? Did you think I don't care? Or do you even bother to hide this affair? You asked for forgiveness last

Snow let the door swing shut on its loose hinges, dropping her coat on the peg in the entry hall. The other seven pegs were all hung with hats and coats; her housemates were home. "Snowy, baby!" Lance slid into the hallway, dropping an arm around Snow's shoulders. "One of these days you gonna take me up on my offer? The guys are all willing to disappear for a while..." Snow rolled her eyes and knocked his arm away. "How many times do I have to tell you that I'm not interested in indiscriminately amorous horndogs?" She shoved him out of the hall good-naturedly and followed him into the living room, where Seth (as always) sat slumped in his l

They were coarse men on the dance floor in their brass-button suits and their short-cropped hair. They were easily amused, easily distracted from their bloodied-boot duties. All they needed was a night out on the town every week or so, an evening where the waitresses and wine - and beer and whiskey and rum and gin - flowed steadily, where they could dance and pinch and wink and drink and not worry about their shiny, clean guns for a few hours. "What'll you have?" Rachael said, pulling the little spiral notebook out of one pocket of her apron while the nearest man shoved a wrinkled bill into another. He hooked his fingers in the pocket and pu