Badass Jane-Pretty Colors 2

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