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Stood in the room…
What has he done…
Blood on his hands…
Staring at the one…
Who’s lying there…
Her face now a mess…
Her stockings all ripped…
Just like her Black dress…
That looked so resplendent…
Only 2 hours ago…
As she drunk her whisky…
And let him know…
That he was the one…
In for a good night…
She unlocked her doors…
Gave an open invite…
To explore her body…
And enter her soul..
As she craved company…
To fill her void and hole…
They pushed and pulled…
And she sexually teased…
But then changed her mind…
As she felt ill at ease…
And pushed him away…
Before he could start…
He felt her rejection…
A knife through his heart…
And it fired his anger…
Which he couldn’t control…
Threw her against a wall…
Putting on a big man’s show…
And forcing the issue…
Giving her what for…
Told her she deserved it…
Then beat her to the floor…
Now he’s stood there…
Overseeing the fatal mess…
Blood all over his hands…
And her torn Black dress…
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Photo credit to Mikko Reinikainen
Reading this was a really visual experience for me. It’s dark….yes…but also beautiful in the way the words express events unfolding. I know you like musical references, and for some reason I couldn’t help but think of Nick Cave and Kylie Minogues ‘Where the wild roses grow” (I think that’s the right name). Thanks for sharing !
Thanks for your comment and thoughts – you are right about Nick Cave – and thats a great song – but this was more about my thoughts on how she could have ended up in the river – there could be other ways I guess 😃 – there is lots of Nick Cave in my pages though – use the search function in the header! Cheers J
Oh J, this…
You’ve reduced me to tears…again! So beautiful, yet with a fabulously dark edge. I have to agree with the other comment I also thought of Nick Cave as I was reading but that’s the joy of poetry, it reads differently to each person that takes the time to let the words speak to their hearts.
Thank you J
S xx
Thanks Sal and apologies, not sure how I missed this comment! Cheers J
That ok J it happens and you’re welcome my friend
Hugs
Sal xx
A curious one would wonder what muses gravitate you to the page. Another would merely understand the beauty that flows from your hands is a pleasure of an artistic discourse. I’ve enjoyed all I’ve read thus far J.
R.
And an apologetic one would say sorry for missing such a wonderful comment – Not sure what disconnected here, but thanks for stopping by with such kind words – Cheers J
I don’t know how many notifications you get, and this is an older one. I have to add my own here….poetry is not always meant to be beautiful. It can be thought provoking and powerful, to move one to evoke raw emotion of events to human experience. This one is of that nature to me. The very visual experience of a rape and murder along with the more subtle one of the song go perfectly to express what is violence, and done so well the way you do. Hard read. But these experiences are. Powerful piece. Cheers. -CC
Am glad you commented, as I missed a couple on here, I do get notifications and endevor to reply to all, but miss some now and again – thanks for such an insightful comment – I resolved a long time ago to not limit my writing in fear of negative reaction – I have had a few on certain subject matters – but if it fits with what I am trying to do, I feel I have to let it play out – thank you once again for kind words, you continue to humble me – Cheers J