Quiet now.
Ears buzzing, underwater descent
Tinnitus
Chemically-scented laundry mountain beside the bed.
My door locked.
Beer and aspirin kicking in.
Maybe he’s collapsed into the couch.
No sound of drywall being punched tonight.
Descending, a crayfish,
into dark scummy weeds.
Visceral Vinadaloo 
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