Badass Jane-Pretty Colors 2

***This is a story poem. The first part

https://daisymae874.wordpress.com/2018/10/22/plain-jane/

I do not see life

not the way Jane sees it

with pretty colors

with sugary words.

I am that part

the one no one talks about

murder is my name

killing is my game.

Violence simmers

waiting for the match

the explosion

that will set me free

savage upon a populace

who live in fear.

Sauntering through the streets

watching here

watching there

I see everything…..

this is my home.

Drug dealer over there

palming the money

his customer already running.

Ladies of the night

procured

never for more than fifteen minutes

strutting beneath street lights.

I throw my head back

take a deep strong breath

howling

for soon satisfaction will run deep.

Sept. 6/18

Photo by Sharon McCutcheon on Unsplash

Pretty Colors: Plain Jane

***This is the start of a story poem. I really enjoyed writing it.***

Pretty colors

dance along the walls

eyes following

tracing

seeing insanity written.

Vivid

brilliant

blinding

bewildering

the list goes on.

Emotions I feel

when the pills run out

and the little girl comes out to play.

Locked in a cell

thinking I have no escape

’til along came my other half

the badass bitch.

Compared to me

Plain Jane.

With the wave of her hand

the lock clicks free

I am able to follow

ready to run through the night.

I feel myself fading

as I become a part of Badass Jane

knowing

I was in for some fun.

Sept. 6/18

Photo by Daniele Levis Pelusi on Unsplash