What Absolution Feels Like..

13 Aug

My good friend

invictus

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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