Untitled Story Poem #2

This is the second part which goes along with Untitled Story Poem #1.

My eyes stung
bleeding
dry
from staring at the screen
unable to believe what I was seeing.
Yet it was right there.
In bold lettering and flashing lights.
A tour
trip
to hunt down rapists of children.
A new trade
catering to the justified.
 
It took some planning
Money.
Time.
Passport.
I was more than ready
on departure day.
I did not know what to expect.
I did not know who was meeting me.
I did not know anything 
beyond the burning desire within
to hunt down 
and maul these dangerous men.
 
Envelope waiting upon arrival
telling me where to go.
My money has been received
the rest of the info
it will be there.
Seedy part of town
dilapitated hotels all around
wondering if I have been played
wandering into the sex trade.
 
The man waiting in my room
put all fears to rest.
Reason for the seediness
no one is missed
dead bodies 
a dime a dozen.
This is where the broken weep.
There is a finesse
to slaying with ease
without spray back
blood 
making you visible to the eye.
 
Taught to move through the shadows
loose walk
no tension
just another girl out for a walk.
No fear here
that I will be attacked
this is the lair of indignity
all know I am an avenger
stay out of my way.
Stalking
stiletto drawn
loosely held
no need to cause alarm 
the prey cavorting before me
will fall when I decide.
Misting rain
torrential downpour
hide me
hide my intent
until it is too late.
Muffled scream
blanketed yell
I leap.
One slick slash
blood pumps warm
body falling to the street.
Walking away
stiletto dropped
washed away
down the grate.
I become
one more shadow
moving through the night
without any cares.
December 29/18
Photo by Djim Loic on Unsplash
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Untitled Story Poem #1

Sordid unlit alleys
moisture in the air
haunted eyes peering through the cracks
waiting for the devil to draw near.
Did you know 
that there is a disgusting trade
in which a pedophile may book a trip
where he is than provided with a broken child?
Tiny little bodies
left strewn as waste
screams 
half ripped 
from their throats.
Did you know
that it takes a lot 
to break through a child’s defenses?
Leaving them cold
numb
unable to even muster 
the fear that would make them undone.
They no longer have emotions
icy
hearts encased with black ink
until time ceases to have meaning.
Oblivion will come calling
Thantos will hover within reach.
Did you know 
children of abuse
blame themselves?
Cannot fathom what they have done
to be treated as thus. 
Each death
another child
another innocent 
torn away.
Each death
another child 
another innocent
sold
snatched
discarded
for trade.
December 28/18
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Retribution

Slay them with those killer eyes
Burning bright
Revenge
Desire
Need.
Blood red lips
Carmine nails
Toes tipped with scarlet.
Hips swaying
Strutting down the street
All men stare
Licking their lips
Wondering if they should dare?
Evil stalks the night tonight
Dancing and finding its way
Stiletto heels
Rat-a-tat-tat
Hard on broken concrete
Splintered dreams
Glass crunching beneath her feet.
Hard up against the wall
A hand gropes up her skirt
Dismissive 
She turns her head
Refusing to give
Even a smidgen of power
Allowing no fear 
To mar her beautiful face.
When they are done
She takes out her gun
Blowing them all away.
A heroine 
A blackness 
A fear
Retribution has come.
 
December 25/18
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Plain Jane/Badass Jane-Merging

Final poem in the Plain Jane/Badass Jane series. I hope that you have enjoyed reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them. Links to the previous poems in order are:
Pain.
Rolling over me
only thing that I can focus on.
I bring my hand up
covered in blood
realizing what she has done.
Finally.
I lay back
badass to the end.
So tired am I…
is she….
are we.
Voices screaming
calling for help
slowly….
I begin to fade.
Silver tears falling…..
I feel the arms of Jane wrap around
pulling her close
we are soon to be gone.
Panting
gasps of final air
body trembles
cold
so very cold.
I stare above
Jane and me
tainted little girl
broken at the knee.
My last breath eases out
my pain at last
laid to rest.
There are tales to tell
lessons to be learned
but no ears to hear.
Sadly
no one will ever know the truth
of Plain & Badass Jane.
Sept. 7/18
Credit for picture was given in a previous post which I am now unable to find. I will continue to look for it and when I do will post the information.

Badass Jane-I tried to protect (I failed)

***Story Poem. Previous Links to poems in order of story.
Raising my weary head.
Wary
beaten
there is no way that I can go on.
I have failed
unable to protect
myself
or Plain Jane.
Would they have listened?
Would they have heard?
The tale of a small child
brutalized
beaten
raped
taken in turn
by those animalistic men.
I am sorry that I failed
Jane dear
tears seeping
dripping from my chin
lips quivering
I cannot go on.
We stand for the Judge’s entrance
I see my chance to go
I leap across
grab the gun
turn to face the crowd.
I knew what was going to happen
I knew it is going to hurt
but I am tired
I need to lay down my head.
Raising the gun
I point at the men
all of whom had drawn.
When shouts were ignored
I am peppered with shots
as I dropped to the floor.
Sept. 7/18
***This is 2nd to last poem in this series. Please read previous posts to fully experience this point of view. 🙂

Plain Jane-Broken Down

***Continuation of Story poem. Previous poems are in order here:
She did it to me again.
Always
with the leaving me entrails
destruction
things I must clean up.
I am the one pummeled
cold baths
shock therapy
increased drugs
increased watching of the patient
never allowing me a chance
to unfold.
If I am locked like this
drugs
cuffs
complacent
how ever will she reappear?
Until court
when I must answer for bloodshed
for death
that I did not cause
I will be sedated.
Badass Jane
she is writhing on the leash
wanting to come out
to play
to protect
to get her revenge.
Sept. 7/18

Badass Jane-Avenging Angel

This is a story poem. Listed are links to the others in this series:
I feel her struggle
jerking away from his hands
fuck man
can she not lay still?
This is something she has done
so many times before.
I begin to rise
asserting myself
willing her to sleep
for only I will be able to do this….
Jane would surely scream.
Surprised he was
to feel my arms
legs
tighten around
draw him closer.
Eagerly
he settled in
rhythmic
not realizing my disdain.
Hooked his keys
never noticed
so intent on the ravishing of flesh
bloody blade
left in his throat
I know how to make them pay.
Sept. 7/18