Get Your Premium Membership

Lexicon

I asked what do you do for a living and there was silence I asked again socially just to fill the empty spaces this time to find a silence before he said *********** with a pause child *********** do you mind. Once painting a house in trade for a much appreciated car I pulled a bed out to discover soft padded metal rings chained on every corner what are these I asked not socially for I was really curious I didn’t need to know he told me hiding his padded handcuffs deep under the covers. Walking home one night I found myself yelling foul mouthed fear filled obscenities at two laughing boys as they ran their car straight at me no deviation, no variation in line just the screech of the oil pan the spray of hot oil hissing onto the street as it hit the tall curb. not thinking they meant to kill me not thinking of pain not thinking of deviations or small deaths some days my naiveté’s frighten me if I have the words. * the vocabulary of a particular social class, language, social class….

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

Date: 11/1/2020 7:29:00 AM
what a shocking poem..awful when we discover the deviancy of others. You held my attention through out..I hope you have nine lives like I do..keep writing..powerful..
Login to Reply
Bailey Avatar
Mage Bailey
Date: 11/1/2020 6:59:00 PM
Thank you so much.

Book: Shattered Sighs