Word of the Day Challenge #105-Untitled Poem

Incensed
eyes see only blood
boiling
cheap laughter
cheaper perfume
whore on lap
eyebrow raised
lean against the wall
I wait.
Dance to your tune
monkey no more
slip through the smokey halls
eyes moving
passing over
I know who I search for.
I know only too well
where I will find you.
Heels clicking
deep shuddering breaths
bring self to control
nevermore
emotions manipulated by you
plague me
cold
ice in the veins
of a hot blooded woman
why did you want to break that?
I wait
dark arms of shadows wrap
until drunken stumble
fall in you did.
Brazen hussy
dispatched first.
You husband
your death
honor-less.
I shall grieve
as all widows do
public….. blacks worn
private…..silk against naked skin
as I rejoice
beast of burden
you are no more.
©June 9/20
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Forgotten Woman

I wrote a poem called Other Woman last year. Chuck of The Reluctant Poet   suggested that there was a prequel and ending to the poem making it into a trilogy love story. Well here is the last part. And as always a wee bit dark.

Thought it would never get easier
that tears
falling
rain drops
of my soul bleeding
when a funny thing happened.
One day I realized…..
I no longer was waiting for the ding.
I no longer was agonizing
over no messages.
I realized the next
I no longer sought your face
in the line up of callers.
I realized the next
you face was not the one
called up as I masturbate.
Melancholic
sucked grey days
held them tight
bartering my heart
if only you were to write.
I look back.
I know that I was a fool
falling for a taken man
who never thought
he would re-fall in love
with the woman he married.
Yet you did.
Poof……
Like that
gone you were
from life
from day
from hour
striping me of warmth
shattering my love
with one well crushed lie.
I wished you the best
at end of year
all I want is your happiness.
I do.
(I also would like 
to cut off your head
for being too chicken to tell me.
Ooooopsss………
that part was not suppose to slip out.)
Go back to your wife.
Go back to your children.
My memories of you
buried deep
behind charcoal grave
a nugget of coal
hardened heart
dreams no more.
©June 8/20
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