Andrew Klein

There is always a voice in your ear.

It tells you what you need to do.

To know.

Blind trust keeps you alive.

It’s different when that voice

is more than one of you.

Is also your wife.

Shit happens.

You married your control.

You are human, after all,

and she had such a lovely voice.

You dated.

You married.

She died.

You do a Halo.

She is your wife.

You trust her with your life.

She knows—from your voice—

that you are screaming inside

when the world hears silence.

God, she knows.

And then she dies.

There is silence then.

When you rage.

When you scream.

You don’t Halo to make friends.

You don’t bring a cup of tea.

You Halo to decide

who lives

and who dies.

Then there is that silence.

When you scream and rage inside.

But you know how to decide

who lives,

who dies.

That stays with you

in the silence of her voice.

You smile as you approach.

Stealth is your friend.

When some cunt threatens

the things you love.