Promises

Eyes weeping blood
face shrouded in pain
lips twisted with broken desires
her back bent again.
He promises each time
that it will be his last
sobbing
grasping
hugging her around the waist.
She strokes his head
whispers soft assurances
knowing
fearing
that it will happen again.
No matter how obsequious
no matter if dinner is made
his whisky in hand
as she waits at the door.
The fist will lash
cracking bones
the boots will strike
head bouncing off the floor.
Still she waits
she fears
for should she leave
he will hunt her down
killing her for real this time.
Sept. 23/18
Photo by Chau Luong on Unsplash
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Clowny

Clowns maurading in the streets
blood dripping
gore hanging
from blades gripped in fists.
Screams
whistles
cat calls
so rude
how they communicate.
A language
unlike any known to mankind
spoken by a select few
while the rest of the population
stares on in horror
fear
disgust.
Tis like a circus
watching caged freaks
only these are sordid clowns
in backrooms
under tables
making deals that cannot be undone.
Decision making
done by dancing clowns
no knowledge required
only the certainty
the presumption
the duress
that all bow down to the higher power
for Clowny knows best.
Sept. 21/18
Photo by Tom Roberts on Unsplash

Choices

This is a continuation of River Styx, Desert Red, Waste/Safe Land, Harlequin and My Knight.
We travelled
mostly in silence
chirps of birds
chittering of squirrels
sometimes the only sound I heard.
I sensed
felt
knew
that somehow I disappointed
this gentle giant.
I did not know how
nor what I could do
to rectify my mistakes.
We avoided cities
towns
any sign of civilization
until the abuse done to me
physical abuse
had healed.
The scars on my mind
woke me
screaming in the night
from nightmares
where Harlequin still ruled.
He began to train me.
Sword.
Knife.
Skulking.
Shadow hopping.
Every conceiveable way
I could now
protect myself from harm.
I woke one morning
to find him gone
disappeared
into the mists of my past.
I walked alone
ruing my mentor‘s departure
for I still did not know……
where I was?
who I was?
what journey
what choices must I make?
Sept. 18/18
Photo by Anders Nord on Unsplash