Bitter Spectre

**This is a continuation from Sister’s Shade. I did not plan for it to be a continuation but the voices have informed me they have other plans. Again this poem deals with sensitive issues.**

Rage

black tinged gold

crimson blankets silver

molted yellows caress copper

shifting the coins from hand to hand

weight

unconscious of redistributing

subtle stance of defense

noticed not

when their paths did cross.

Sneer

luscious lips

swagger as he walks away

lawyer wearing thousand dollar suit

nary a glance her way.

Stinging

abraded thighs

eyes gloom

stitched to the floor

syllables mono when they came.

No one made the connection.

No one ever would.

Still

her sister’s Shade hissed

coiling around her heart

wrapping talons in her mind

settling over her

cold death sweater

her fury left undone.

Tears collect

unbidden

unfallen

diamonds in the sky

sudden retching

voiceless howl to the moon.

Voices collect

nightmares sinking into her psyche.

Doctors in.

Doctors out.

No privacy.

Words driven into questions

hang in the air

waited upon the words

hanging unspoken on her lips

her desire to speak

driven away by the black angst

her revenge still not done.

Cold shadows gather

huddle in the corners

drool pooling beneath

striking barbs

they await.

©August 27/18

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Sister’s Shade

**This poem deals with a very sensitive issue. I do not want to drop the poem on you unwarned.**

Her cheek marred

chunks of gravel dig in

tears squeezed from dead eyes

hears the tearing of her clothes

as if from afar.

They would say that it was her fault

that she had had asked for it

her clothing

her mannerisms

that she had taken the drink

she knew the risk.

The world began to spin

dancing lights

whirling floor

the merry-go-round of childhood.

Giggle

stumble away on his arm

ignoring that yawning pitch in her stomach

fighting to beat the nausea

threatening to drop her to her knees.

Wave away helping hands

promised he did to see her home

her friends warned her

told her not to go.

He had a reputation.

Not secret

she already knew.

He was that guy

with smoldering looks

the one who could you wet

while cutting you dead.

Danger

prickled along her skin

rain pouring down

torrential

grunting in her ear

telling her to enjoy it

‘to take it all baby 

you had to have wanted

you came away with me 

even though well you know

the drug‘……..

Nightmare under her skin

in her mind

damaged she’d become.

Red light

pulsing

warning signal

do not stop

do not pass go.

This was not unplanned

damage control

there was a story to be told

a life to be paid in gold.

Money buys leniency

time on the golf course

massages

hot yoga class

finish the semester so as not to fail.

Ragged edged

consumed with pain

with disgust

raging demon reaps…..

consumes another soul.

Her sister’s shade

strange grimace on her face

acknowledges the pain

hand held in shame

she had done that.

Hounded until the Shade had won.

Here she was

unravelling

coming undone

rape and murder avenged

at the sacrifice of her own psyche and soul.

©August 26/19

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