Ugliness

I really had not wanted to go
a ball
in which one masquerades as someone else
but I went
as requested by a friend of the host.
I dressed myself as a gentleman
with tails
with top hat
a monocole on my eye
a cane in my hand
spinning as I walked the room.
Gaggles of girls
dressed in their finest
netted hair
jeweled busts
I could not help noticing
the glances thrown my way.
Off to the side
a young girl sat
alone
her dress
well
not so becoming
which I am sure she knew.
As I drew along next to her
I could hear the vicious whispers of the mean girls.
‘Do you see what she is wearing?’
‘Who told her she looked good in that color?’
The list of deficiencies included:
Hair drab and lifeless
Figure round and in need of a diet.
Nose to piggish rhinoplasty might be required.
As I listened with quiet horror
I realized that she too
this young jewel of a girl
was able to hear them.
I glided to a halt next to her
held out my hand
offering her respect
self worth
all that I can.
She placed her hand in mine
graceful as a ballerina she stood
we turned for the dance floor.
I saw those jealous girls glowering
and turned to them with a smile
my pithy comment
leaving them undone.
‘Where my young friend here will bloom with life
you shall always be ugly on the inside.’
August 31/18
Photo by Léonard Cotte on Unsplash
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Morality Gone

You stood there

decrying it all

anti-violence

anti-bullying

anti-sexual assaults

anti-war

anti anything that would get your name in the paper.

Reality is

when we looked behind the curtain

drew it back on your sins

we found you were not quite true.

Bullier

of men

of women

of children……

Rapist

of land

of women

values…..

Abuser

of position

of power

of women….

War Monger

stirring the pot

whispers of rumors in one ear

money in the hands of another….

With eyes wide open

all finally see

the truth of this matter

as we weep……

You are

anti-peace

anti-safety

anti-women

anti- everything that is moral and right.

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Slow Waltz

Crimson streaks
splashed across the mirrors
pulsing
flashing
calling to arms
the dead and waiting.
Overdoses and murders
suicides and rapes
we await
we dream
of a time when we shall reap.
Moving through crowds of uncaring
stalking through shadows
staining the souls
of those without.
Copper hued threads
spattered
unseen
mark you as my tormentor.
I screamed
I fought
I lost to you
the reality of this world.
I creep along the blackest alleys
toiling on hands and knees
peering feral
waiting to appease.
My hunger.
Your pleasure.
My malevolence.
Your desire.
Twined….
Unparted….
locked forever
in a slow waltz
through the halls of hell.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen

Devouring My Soul

The space was cavernous,

sparkles hidden high in the ceilings depth

throughout it her voice was soft and liquid

a sensuous lover

caressing each and everyone of us.

‘Close your eyes my dearest

and from your minds we will see

memories and laughter light

a budding of thee.’

A collective sigh as each was touch

the gentlest of words whispered

the tension the stress the anger

all began to fade and dissipate.

‘From here we see a boy and his puppy

each chasing a ball’

‘Over here a young girl blossoming

her self becoming so much more.’

‘Look here as he creates so carefully

the models and images of his mind.’

‘See there, the girl who fought for it all

whose dreams are still in the making.’

Deep thunder rolls through the cavern

the walls, the pews tremble

Everyone cries out in fear

as her voice begins to soar.

Wicked ice, and bitterness boil over her tongue

turning each memory into a nightmare.

‘You terrorized that boy and his dog,

laughing at their expense.

Your hatred and bigotry have marked thee

bend before the prince.’

‘The girl you raped and pillaged

showing it all on social media

she has found you time and time again

and she has made you repent.’

With each word spoken the chill did grow.

As all realized what had been done.

Her tone a whiplash tearing at the skin

gripping the side of the podium.

Leaning forward, flames wreathing her eyes

and a blood red smile on her lips.

‘The young man who could have been our saviour

mocked and spurned

For he spoke truths you could not see

and in the darkness did death glean.’

Her ire grew

the shadows flaring on walls as fire reared

the audience pinned to their chairs

shackled hand and foot.

‘As for that girl who fought for it all

before you she stands

and just so you know you all shall fall

for my dreams are still coming true

even when it means the devouring of my soul.’

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

June 16/17