Dark Places

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Darkness – photo by Wild Thing

Shoulders drop
Head down
Dark … cold
Alone

Harsh words
Vibrating
In her head
Hard … loud

Mirrored visage
Blue black eyes
Hideous
Scarred face

Broken glass
Underfoot
Woman’s photo
Strangely familiar

Words again
“Crazy… Nutso”
She’d answer
“I’m not”

Must be true
Why say it
If not
If so …

Penance
Is required

The outside
Must reflect
Ugly inside

Broken glass
In trembling hand

Deep now
Two marks
On each cheek

One for Crazy
Another for
Nutso

Wild Thing©2016

At Twenty-Five

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He Brought Flowers – photos by Wild Thing

Old chevy truck
Full parking lot
Hands in pockets
He knows
She’ll come

Watches cars
Speed by
Jaw muscle works
Senses her
He turns

They talk
He yells
She placates
He yells
She shakes her head

Curious bird
Mirror perched
Tilts head
As if to listen
Frightened and leaves

He breaks
Starts to cry
Shakes head
Asks her why
White hanky at his nose

Blue eyes
Pain filled
Tears held back
Shakes head
I don’t know

Reaches up
His head
On her shoulder
Holding him
It’ll be ok Daddy

At 25
Child becomes
The parent

Wild Thing©2016

Ice Shards

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Icy Shards – photo by Wild Thing

Co-written by Wild Thing & Cletis L Stump

word whips
my attention required

the cold grows
inside and out

ice words like knives

will the river
freeze or flow red

Wild Thing & Cletis L Stump ©November 18, 2016