Red as a Beat

Posted on July 28, 2013 | 10 Comments

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

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10 responses to “Red as a Beat”

Sam Edge, Writer | July 28, 2013 at 12:49 PM | Reply

ouch!

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- booguloo | July 28, 2013 at 11:33 PM | Reply
  
  Thanks Sam. Words only do so much with animals.
  
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Old Ollie | July 29, 2013 at 3:35 AM | Reply

gritty authentic work sir!

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- booguloo | July 29, 2013 at 8:53 AM | Reply
  
  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.
  
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Life: Between the lines | August 3, 2013 at 6:01 AM | Reply

authentic!
you are so good with imagery Boo. I like!!! 🙂

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- booguloo | August 5, 2013 at 7:34 AM | Reply
  
  Sometimes the palette has the right combination of colors. smile
  
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mindlovemisery | August 7, 2013 at 2:26 AM | Reply

Breaks my heart powerful writing

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- booguloo | August 9, 2013 at 7:17 PM | Reply
  
  Like I told Vandana this treatment of others needs some more attention. I’m happy that it brought up some emotions. Thanks.
  
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vandana | August 7, 2013 at 9:08 AM | Reply

a daring act

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- booguloo | August 9, 2013 at 7:14 PM | Reply
  
  Some things need to be address. Thanks for the input.
  
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