It had to look real.
Bruise had to be shaped just so.
Lampshade swayed like Newton's law.
Equal but opposite.
It was the only heavy object within reach.
The neighbors would hear.
They would see his car in the driveway.
The wound would be temporary, Band-Aid.
This house; a prison,
An expensive gilded cage.
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