Death Do Us Part by Repeated Nap

A person talks about being mistreated by someone they loved. The person drowns out their pleas for help, leaving them feeling like a burden. Later, the person confronts the abuser and seeks revenge by throwing a pillow and pulling the trigger of a nail gun. They leave the abuser's body covered in feathers and place their wedding ring on a nail on the wall. I was your sun, you my flower. I was a caterpillar turning butterfly in my final hour. In dirty dish water you drowned out my pleas, leaving me on the floor as if I were a disease. Placing his wedding band next to the bedside clock, my wilted flower heard my voice and turned in shock. It's a shame you couldn't stay to see what happened after. You thought I was dead, I said with sinister laughter. Picking up a feathered pillow, I forcefully threw it at him, quickly catching it with shock, darkened eyes of grim. I pulled the trigger from the nail gun I'd been holding, not giving him the chance to leave me with a final scolding. Walking over his feather-covered body, taking the band of lies and fail, I walked to the wall behind him and placed his ring on the dripping red nail.