Superhero

The woman was ruthless, positively vicious. She was determined to serve justice to the asswipes who dared tarnish her community. The onlookers’ cheers seeing she wouldn’t settle for just a slap on the wrist, empowered her more, the sway of her stride confident. Perhaps for her fireplace shelf, she’d take his gold chain as a trophy? Oh, the stories all the neighbors would tell to their children with admiration! The neighborhood would call her a hero, her accomplishments spread across every social media platform on the web.

Who was the next example she would send to his grave this month? 

Fearless

The world is my oyster! I can enjoy myself, play around or divide and conquer. What shall I plan next? Perhaps I shall climb up a tall mountain untethered? Take off all my clothes at the top? I will try not to hurt myself. Here I go! It seems the other travelers watching are worried! 

Halfway up, the ringtone on my cell phone distracts me. It’s my lawyer.

“What fresh hell are you up to now? Do you intentionally not want a  future!  Speak, what do you have to say for yourself?”

“Send a text next time. I’m busy!” Click.

Tracks To The Past

Inspired by Sadje’s What do you see #63 & The Sunday Whirl #489

when memories present
in the silence of my room
i check my expectations at the door
my spine gets comfortable
as i delve deep into the bank of the past
the risk of emotions is high
will my cheeks remain dry
i hear the clunk of metal gears
hobos sleeping in rail cars
their lives in a haze
while i play in the train yard
i wonder in my head where they are now

#Whatdoyousee

Holy Monsters

his hateful words
fly into my face
the froth of rage and ravagement
cover my being 
i’ll not forget the date soon

all exposed with my dress up 
this change from innocent to damaged goods
it hardens my soul
as a white trail of semen
rolls down my leg

this sunday he’d preached love
but i could only feel and say hateful things
in the rectory late in the day
my parents writhing in agony
me, cold and still afraid

Worn Down

my head is light
as i breathe in deeply
only to exhale a cough’s sputum
i follow it with a gasp
while clutching my worn out chest
the morning light begins to crown my window sill

another day survived

the neighbors dog proceeds to bark
sunrays drift in to shine brightly
the paste in my mouth tastes acrid
i sigh as my defeat begins to show
the choice before me is to go on
or open up to accept the divine

this might be my last day


Swoon

there’s now a fire in my heart
your initials carved there like onto the bark of a tree 
just after seeing your eyes look at me that way

i’m floating weightless as if on a stream
there’s an urge to fly out of my skin 
it would seem i’m in love… or lust

watching your trim figure in the lake
as you swim the breaststroke
pulling yourself onto the dock, my mouth drops wide

suggestively you lean in towards me       
your arm wrapping around my waist
i’m not sure if i’m even present anymore

Richer

Inspired by Sadje’s Sunday Poser #3 & The Sunday Whirl #483

with wind prodding me towards home
tender reminders and gratitude 
fill my essence as

feed on the love shown me 
no frill or pomp and circumstance
nor silver spoon of connections born 

my friends, my tribe
they flow alongside my road traveled
no words mince, no hearts break

i transfer a kiss to my finger
with a smile and gratitude, place it firmly
on the lips of my family

Wordle #482

The slit in her dress made me want to trace down it with my finger—the exotic print and her lovely figure so inviting. Her angelic face and demeanor hinted as much as the edge of my sinewy flesh brushed along the white lace of her evening wear. I began to listen to her softly sighing in the still room as her back started to arch. Our bodies are drawn into an infinite embrace. Wild, feverish fumblings in that moment hastily demanded a connection, one with an intense pitch.

Her husband’s insistent knock on the bathroom door sadly interrupted our desires.

Wordle #480

I hope we all answer the call for justice. Voting in this election is paramount! It would rattle me if things went differently than I hope they will. Word on the street is victory belongs to us, but until it’s confirmed, who knows? 

These last few years, I’ve been feeling shame for this country for choosing a path of hatred and division. Yet, I’ve also seen hands come together for the common good. This Fall, a bell will toll for one side.

We are at a crossroads, and I suspect there will be quite a few butthurt people. 

Maybe me?

A note to all eligible voters out there, PLEASE do you civic duty and VOTE!!
We need you now more than ever!

Wordle #479

Why deny me food? I realized then I had so much more to endure. This monster apparently liked his victims trim. His laugh beyond the door made me focus anxiously in that direction. I started to stretch to keep from shivering; a dry heave rose to my throat. I forced myself to picture the grand applause from people cheering at the gymnastics tournament, not one singular error during my set. I was so proud of myself. What began as triumph quickly began to wilt and crack like fragile gold foil after I was forced into the back of a van.