Children's
Games
We put up with things
from our children that
would cause us to punch
a stranger in the nose.
And we don't hate or even
despise them for it.
We
know they are children
and that they are trying.
We can see their pieces coming
together.
We love our children even
when we don't like what
they are doing.
Night
The inky darkness of night.
Punctuated with stars.
Pinpricks of light.
In the black velvet
Dome of the sky.
A
giant hand draws a
Blanket across the sky.
Until the pearly greyness
Of dawn's new day.
The
Attack
Dedicated To All Survivors of Rape
A man was kissing her.
She could smell his
Foul breath upon her face.
Taste the drool from his lips.
See his ugly black eyes,
Hear his laughter, crackle.
Feel his hands clutching
At her arms and her breasts.
Her
face was horror stricken
As he forced himself inside.
Painful, heaving sobs.
Bruised and bloodied she was left.
Surviving was not a thing she
wanted to do.
It leaves too much time to
think about that awful night.
