Death’s Dame

Bored
vapid eyes
tap tap
phone holds attention
picture
text
quick like
social media
sucked in
appearances can deceive.
Full 
slick
ruby red lips
voluptuous 
clinging 
siren dress
stilletos
matching lips
black abyss 
upon bottom
sneer
crossing legs
drawing men’s gaze
oh so simple
gaining access.
Old men’s game
sipping ages old 
gorging on elegant past
egos bloated 
syphilis demented
entrenched 
religious ideals
while in the corner
death demurely waits.
Passions rise.
Sweat 
creases foreheads
runs from jowls bled
grasping straws
breath soon fading
squabbles disdained
watching with dispassion
each
does
drop 
until 
one raises feeble hand.
Phone is down.
Gun is drawn.
Last one sighted
deep breath 
squeeze
bye bye 
all are now dead.
 
©Oct. 2/20
Picture via Pinterest

Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

A single hard working mom of a soon to be teenage son. A poet and story teller I have wanted to write since I was a child. This space is where I share stories about myself and my life and the creative poetry that stirs my soul. My hope is you will pull up a chair and a cup of coffee delving into the world that I offer and you find simple enjoyment for a few moments. Welcome to The Wonderful & Wacky World of One Single Mom

13 thoughts on “Death’s Dame”

  4. Whoa!
    Heavy
    Dark
    To close to home with the American dream where the answer comes in the form of a gun.
    But here I sit
    On my phone
    Wasting time
    Wasting away
    Death is waiting if I don’t act now!

    Thanks, your work always seems to get my mind racing. Now to go and do!

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