Her voice resonated from across the room

Staccato and high-pitched

Piercing through my very nerves

I came home nonchalant and tired from work

But she only greeted me in a shrill and fiery voice

I see rounded objects flying from a distance

Trying to hit me, but I evaded

Her eyes were glaring, mine deadpan

I could hear the hiss from her mouth

Yet I couldn’t utter a word

White noise and soft murmurs filled the background

My vision was in haze; vomit started to make its way up

She approached from the rear

Gave a faint cry and wrapped me in her arms

The smell of beer and cheap perfume were evidence

She could see lipstick stains on my collar

But she bade only an apology, I don’t know why