Our lunch hour talks seemed to be getting through
He’s dangerous beating her with bamboo
Her stories were gut wrenching getting beat
Now bruises showing, no longer discrete
Her scarf blew to me as she ran to him
I watched her back heave being a beat victim
I kept the scarf because it had her scent
They ran away in spite of his treatment
Watching them go was harder than I thought
The story was on page three, showed she fought
Her fear finally overcame his snare
By killing him with his gun on a dare
© 2013 Michael Yost 07/28
Thanks Sam. Words only do so much with animals.
gritty authentic work sir!
Thanks double O. I posted my working copy. I have updated it with my final copy. Thanks for liking it when it wasn’t finished.
you are so good with imagery Boo. I like!!! 🙂
Sometimes the palette has the right combination of colors. smile
Breaks my heart powerful writing
Like I told Vandana this treatment of others needs some more attention. I’m happy that it brought up some emotions. Thanks.
a daring act
Some things need to be address. Thanks for the input.