Untitled Poem #13

Blind
lights flash in the rear view mirror
time
horror filled 
breaking down.
It pains me
physically 
I ache
knowing what happens
what he does 
to you
to the child
to me.
I am stronger.
I can take it.
Hide beneath my skirts
I will survive
you would not
so Robin Hood I shall be.
Hands covered in gore
knife falling to the floor
flee we will
I must save you
before I fall from grace.
Worry not 
I will find a home
solace for you
for the child too.
Company to love 
to heal
to cover the scars
with warm embrace.
Watch not
tears streaking 
filmed sight
hands behind my back
remember me……
not for the angry rage
that caused me to destroy
maim
oblitereate
the man who hurt 
who abused us all.
Remember only
that I loved you 
cared for you
got you away 
from that horrid life.
I love you true.
I am sorry I failed you.
Too many hurts
too much pain
before finally 
the monster was slain.
 
Feb. 15/19
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Broken Reality

Broken
battered
left on the side of the road
left to die 
without anyone to hold.
Grim reality
scattered dreams
heroin needle
still stuck in the vein.
Star struck
beautiful girl
ventures to the land of sin 
deceived
degraded 
by the one who made her whole.
Within her soul
a blackness grew
as night after night
aspirations drowned
vile glass 
after vile glass 
men worked to take her down.
Her life 
her desires
when they touch her
vacant eyes staring 
above heaving shoulders.
Visions of escape
ideas
flew from her mind
only the call of the needle
could sate growing hunger
eating her from the inside.
Broken
battered
left to die
slowly tears gather in her eyes.
Visions of parents
a home left behind
fade to black
as the grim reaper
reaps her soul.
January 28/19

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
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Good Girl

Usually a good girl
kept her mouth shut
head bent
eyes cast down
always ready to be blamed.
No one looked twice at her.
Submissive to the core.
Sold into slavery
sex trade
men
always
more and more men
telling her what to do
how to be
what role was expected from her.
Night after night
fear
pain
distress
hardening a child’s heart
until
rage
so long supressed
so long tamped down
began
to simmer
to boil
to rise.
No one foresaw
no one believed
the massive eruption
from a child so small.
With blade in hand
stealth
moving from room to room
each throat slit
a link
breaks the chain.
Finally
they were no more
she was free.
To become the monster they bred.
December 6/18
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Untitled Poem #9

Heavy
head lolls down
tears
none left
eyes so dry.
Pain
roiling through
screaming void
black engulfing
soul shriveling
I want to make it stop.
My being
fire singed
trust broken
never to……
sweet succor
slip beneath the dark waves
in the monochrome
world I abide.
Blood red
sizzling from my veins
twining
around my frame.
Finally
silence in my ears
no more voices
no more pain
no more anything.
November 25/18
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Aspis

Poisoned snake
writhing through
a grassland of suited legs
stunted growth
mere puppets with which to play.
Fangs bared
lightening speed
strike and flee
dastardly little chuckle
emerging from its cheek.
Villainous viper
insinuating itself
into party times
party lies
spreading dishonesty
mistruths
hoping against hope
to cause a great divide.
Coiled round
squeezing
choking
hoping that this will kill the enemy
remove the barrier
it will all become clear.
Enough is enough
no harboring this beast
cease
desist
surcease
with this lunacy.
Tales of old
warn of a two headed snake
who whispers sweet words to one
while striking to bring down another.
Stomp on it.
Pin it down.
One fell swoop
watch its head hit the ground.
November 18/18
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Untitled Poem #5

A voice
barely a whisper
coming down the line
begging for help
for me to come find her
take her away from the world
she has fallen into.
Angry words
violent outbursts
who was this child before me?
Not mine.
My princess could never have become
a gutter rat
lost in drugs
in desperation
to ease the pain of her past.
I should have been more open
maybe she would have trusted me than
but I chose not to see
not to hear
tears
accusations I could not control.
Walking up the creaking stairs
afraid
what will I find at the top?
Dingy walls
tar streaked
stale smoke permeating the air
I find the door
slight ajar
am not sure I want to know more.
Pushing it open
confronted with……
a face frozen in agony
body wasted
from drugs
abused by men
blood drips
droplets falling from her fingertips
to the floor.
This is my child
who I neglected
drove away
and now
she is nothing but a corpse.
I gather her tiny body
so weightless
against my chest
just as when she was born.
Tears
scalding
fall to her pallid face
as for one more time
I rock my baby
regretting
my pride
my certainty
that I was right.
There has been no winner here
no lessons learned
only pain
crippling
devastating
latching
hooking
into me.
November 6/18
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