ROTTEN EVE

Keith

Sound drips down

in a pear drop frown

and the wind down window

in the see-through gown

is so tight bolted

that her lips are purple

and her tears blood-salted.

On the street

eyes flicker

as the neighbours bicker

about just how sicker

can a human get.

And fly-black fungus

just grows and flows

round the fickle house fence

that was no defence.

Upstairs

gossip rapes her remaining sense

and leaves her game

for the six o'clock news

and the virus views

of no one she knows.

But, wrapped in red paper,

She continues to bruise.

  • Author: Keith (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 29th, 2022 05:17
  • Comment from author about the poem: I can never understand how someone can treat another human being so badly....especially a woman...and how the press and society jump to conclusions.
  • Category: Sociopolitical
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  • Paul Bell

    Sadly, they are just plenty of sickos out there, and for some reason they seem to have rights. As for the press, truth is an inconvenience to them.

  • Goldfinch60

    This happens so much and it is not just physical violence mental violence is as bad.
    The press only show us the bad news!

    Andy



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