Chicken sizzles in the skillet

Machine gun fire roars

I begin to feel it

“Stupid whores!”

I flip the chicken.

Peals of laughter down the hall

I’m panic-stricken

There’s a thin layer of dust on the wall

There’s a pile of dishes in the sink

The gaming chair creaks

“Babe, get me a drink!”

I pop the Dr. Pepper tab with a clink

The puppy pissed the floor

I’m drowning in this house

“Thanks. I’m going to play some more.”

Life with a gaming spouse

I mop the piss puddle

Take a few deep breaths

“Babe, come cuddle!”

Would the news report our deaths?

I could drink bleach

He would die without me playing house maid.

I whisper, “Leech.”

I wonder when he gets paid.