What Absolution Feels Like..

13 Aug

My good friend


She’d worn her bright red skirt

low cut top and boots as usual,

Saturday nights were just too

slow without them;

after she’d left the “Diamond Bar”

there’d been a ruckus ,

some guys had lost all their

money playing five-card stud:

hyped up they took to smoking joints

and drinking in their pickup truck,

later she strolled nonchalantly

across their feral radar;

after they gagged her

they took turns,

when they’d finished,an old baseball

bat was smashed across her face;

two days later she woke up,

her face all broken,

bandages over her eyes,

a newspaper left by her bedside

reported a candidate’s speech,

” we must restore law and order”

had her eyes seen that story,

her dyslexia would’ve let

those words escape her.

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