The two are on their phones about certain
Woman dealing with boredom in marriage
A  wimp of husband  stays behind curtain
With no efforts  but home he would manage.

She  is killer by words- arrows and slings
Fire in eyes that burns long after cinders
Her nightly yoga , head down, sprouts wings.
Her volcanic word flow  nothing hinders.

Her  poor cook, dumb of tongue, bears guilt.
The und'rdog  bears the cross for silver's loss.
But husbands do take tongue's lashes to hilt
The fall guy takes  blame for infamy and loss .
These women do their theater rather well.
Their narratives are taut, worked to detail.

( A sonnet)

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