Headlines
braying
‘Socialite murdered!’
‘Husband Charged!’
‘Who will take the children now?’
One lone tear
gathers
trembles on lash
spills
only sign of grief
wondering
whatever happened to that boy
the one I loved
all those years ago?
Love
deep
true
together forever
we promised
laying in the back of your truck
night sky
alit with burning stars.
Holding hands
your thumb tracing palm
frissons of desire licking at my soul
dreams
where we would go
what we would do
all that we could be.
All that we would be.
Crept up slowly
fingers digging in
leaving prints
seem to excite you
pain
whimpers
begging
promising anything
to be left alone.
It ended
suddenly
with not a bang
with a slap
rocking my head
world suddenly moving
ringing
doing nothing
waiting
smiled at a friend.
Snarling rage.
You may have killed me
No denying
you wanted to.
Screaming
puce face
spittle flying
I cowered before you
knowing one last blow
would be the end .
Your body
hitting ground hard
timely intervention
guardian angel at hand.
There is no charging
white rich boy.
I ran.
Coward that I was.
For that
another innocent
no
three innocents
paid my bride price.
©Sept. 22/20
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