Badass Jane-Pretty Colors 2

***This is a story poem. The first part

https://daisymae874.wordpress.com/2018/10/22/plain-jane/

I do not see life

not the way Jane sees it

with pretty colors

with sugary words.

I am that part

the one no one talks about

murder is my name

killing is my game.

Violence simmers

waiting for the match

the explosion

that will set me free

savage upon a populace

who live in fear.

Sauntering through the streets

watching here

watching there

I see everything…..

this is my home.

Drug dealer over there

palming the money

his customer already running.

Ladies of the night

procured

never for more than fifteen minutes

strutting beneath street lights.

I throw my head back

take a deep strong breath

howling

for soon satisfaction will run deep.

Sept. 6/18

Photo by Sharon McCutcheon on Unsplash