Violence

Violets would arrive on Mondays

Roses handpicked on weekends

Solitude could bring no wonders

No wonder it would start again

Hemlock was brought home on Tuesday

Wisteria had withered away

Partners joined arms in the kitchen

Wisteria was welcomed that way

Now there's no form of protection

There's no escape from today

Outside the norm of acceptance

Inside the world's turned away

Violence would go on on Tuesday

Anger its only friend

Silence would soon come after

The noise had died down again