She pierces me
with sharpened steel
and twists the bloody bayonet
I push away to escape with my life
I spin I thrash I turn and writhe
such familiar pain I feel
when once again my wife
confused demented lashes out
with her disorientated knife
Bayonet
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sounds like a nightmare, and a very scary scenario
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It is really about my father. He has Alzheimers and was getting abusive. Happily new meds seem to have calmed him down.
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Oh good about the meds. I’m sorry your dad and your family are struggling with the situation.
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