Radio
Playing with her knobs,
finding the right position
to rest the needle.
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Unintelligible
Gaol for the wretched
Inmates who shout and slam
Ball fists, raised high,
Brought down upon the bars
Encircling the riff raff.
Roaring loudly of their humiliation,
Incensed at their circumstances…
Sadly, it’s their own noise which
Hinders understanding and empathy.
Bachelor’s blues
I’m weary waking,
cold and shaking.
No dreams or wishes
nor morning kisses.
Relief, release
Release
Unshackled, unchained
Shaking, shuddering, rising
The Beast is free!
Howling, grunting, moaning
Passionate, primal
Release
Photo prompt 1
Just before they faltered,
they turned away the night –
vindicated in their faith
by the coming of the light.
(photo prompt courtesy of the lovely weakmeatstrongeat)
When I should have fought
That day,
you remember?
When I just stepped aside
and let you walk away from me?
That day.
Rushing out/rushing in
The force of the blow
that knocked me to my knees and
took my breath away.
Never in my life
Her life was defined
by boundaries of blood,
borders as blinding crimson
as the scars she carried.
Menses…
Virginity lost…
The night he beat her for saying “No.”…
The self-inflicted wounds after they took her daughter from her.
The ocean of blood
she has waded through
has long since taught her
to “Never say ‘never’.”
Filtered
He measured his words
like he did coffee grounds and
used them as often.
A (wise) man of two faces 