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

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