Enough

Hallowed eyes
silent screams
there are times 
when death would be preferable.
When one’s confidence
belief
worth
is torn apart with…..
poisoned words
thrown as darts
piercing through skin
skewering the heart.
What is the point?
Why live??
Continue on???
Each fist 
broke not only bones
spirit
love
laughter
one never knew what would bring it on
the rage
the beatings.
Enough…..
Murderous thoughts
began to show 
one knew he well
when it should on his face.
Enough!
Gun bought
hid on the grounds
waiting to be used
to destroy the monster
who once had been her…..
Lover
Husband
Monster 
hiding behind the mask.
 
March 15/19
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Protected Three

Whisper….
whisper…..
whisper…..
whisper…..
Grey Goose
Grey Goose
what do you see?
I see three harpies laughing at me.
Gargoyle ugly
bitter
remorseless
Three Sisters May
harridans
shrews
frightening they were.
Small children
some dares taken
most were not
for the Three Sisters May
ate them for breakfast
when they were caught.
None looked too close.
None cared for small children gone.
Had they looked a little closer
they might have seen…..
the little ones who disappeared
abused
misused
treated like filth
by those who should have cared.
Taken to shelter
to a place
where children are children
not pawns in a game.
Had they paid the slightest
smallest iota of attention
a connection could be made.
They would have discovered
a slew of unmissed men.
Those that died
murdered
suicided
accidents……
All had one thing in common
pedophiles they all were
each missing a….
uhmmmmm
rather important part.
For the Three Sisters May
protected the innocent
making the evil ones pay.
March 14/19
Photo by joe schulz on Unsplash

Haunted Photograph

****I was looking at an old photo and this is what I came up with. It is a little different from my usual.****
‘Joseph. Joseph! Oh dear Lord what is that girl doing?’
‘She doesn’t know we are here.’
Hushed voices.
Hissing.
Gasping.
Appalled.
Uncertain as to what they are viewing.
‘Why is she getting on her knees?’
‘Well that is….absolutely…..Joseph stop that.’
‘Jesus woman you didn’t have to elbow me so hard.’
‘She’s…..what is…..why….Rosie do you see….’
Head thrown back.
Whimpering.
Eyes rolling back.
Near death experience.
In flicker of moment
I saw them.
Staring
In disbelief
Horror
Indignation
Snapping me from pleasure
To sheer horror.
They had finally come for me.
In my family this photo travels
Due to spirits candor.
Home they had come
To roost with me.
Damnit it all
Now I will never get laid.
 
March 9/19

 

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

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
Photo by Travis Bozeman on Unsplash

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
Photo by Sofia Sforza on Unsplash
 

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.