a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing

Saturday, January 21, 2012

Fiction???

He was a typical abuser...
never let the marks show.
Never let the world know.
He smiled as he established a gentleman's resume.

But, when the doors closed.
The iron fists clenched
and did angry damage,
despite the begging cries and tears.

Connected, I knew.
I planned and I smiled.

The legend grows,
the speculation runs rampant.
The abuser, who feared me,
without knowing why...
disappeared.

I continue to smile.
Life is safer for the one left behind.

14 comments:

Buttons said...

Gail you are a awesome poet. This is a tough subject but you captured it perfectly. An artist and a poet all wrapped up in the post office uniform who knew?:) B

TexWisGirl said...

sounds like the song 'earl's gotta die'

Dreaming said...

Eerie...I just finished "Room" - your work makes my mind swirl.

Journaling Woman said...

Great prose! Love it.

Barb said...

Mmmmm.....Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe?

DesertHen said...

I thought of the movie Fried Green tomatoes as well!

Well said Gail!

Pat said...

Gave me the chills!

Sue said...

I used to work in a clinic that was involved with domestic violence. This rang true to me.

Well done!

=)

Nezzy said...

Great job sweetie!

Enjoy your weekend and may it be filled with wonderful blessings!!! :o)

EmptyNester said...

I also thought of Fried Green Tomatoes! LOL You have such a way with words!

An English Shepherd said...

Interesting verse ...

Nora said...

I'm glad she got her revenge. Her secret is safe with me. I will never tell.

Melbourne Girl said...

Wow Gail
Wonderful stuff

Lynne said...

You are poet . . . writer . . . truth . . . excellent . . .

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