When the S.E.A.L.
woke up from surgery,
still groggy from anesthetics,
he lunged at the surgeon.
His wife was paged
to the PACU,
the only one
who could calm him.
She arrived quickly,
a mottled necklace of bruises
on her throat
and hints of more beneath her top.
Contusions for the cause.
Her Purple Hearts,
repeatedly earned
after each of his ops.
Crooning softly,
she leaned over the gurney,
as he shook off the fog,
and battled the demons within.
When the S.E.A.L.
finally opened his eyes,
he zeroed in on his wife and her bruises,
weeping at the vision.
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