The Pen
Tucked away feeling safe in the notebook's metal binder
Waiting; the pen thinks of the times spent with the poetess
She would slowly, gently remove him and caress the arthritic padding
Maybe even place him against her soft lips, then
Begin writing upon lined pages
Where his black ink came alive
Each word formed in rhythm with her thoughts
How the pen loved being the vehicle to convey her every thought
Oh no! Here comes the evil man who took her away that night_
He picked up me and her notebook slammed us into his truck
Please, God, I pray don't let him use me to write another dark shady list
Aughh!! I've been ripped from the ring of notebook
Gripped by the aggressive, hateful man
Almost broken by his powerful muscles
The notebook's metal binder pulled and bent out of shape
He with evil and hate etched into the lines of his face, clicks
My point comes out into the darkness of night
Please don't let my ink flow onto the pages so pure and white
The writing begins but the ink doesn't flow smoothly upon the tip
Rope
Duct Tape
Hacksaw
Shells//sputtered ink refusing to write
P
The pen with heart aching is thrown far away landing in a dark corner of this room's evilness
I'll never be caressed by the poetess again
Please God don't let him kill her when he returns
Sponsor: Casarah Nance
Contest: You Want It Bad..Then Bribe Me
Written: September 24, 2015
Too much TV watching ID, Dateline, Lt. Kenda, etc.
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