Pathways

Bare feet bruised by pebbles bloodless pain painless blood strewn on pathways -meaningless milestones -rocky obstructions -tiny stones puncture fast-moving wheels Each one has stories to tell describe their personal hell I just took too long to listen to write hurt in red

Hatred lingers on..

those fire-spewing eyes change expression linger a little longer  on her body she remembers lewdness of his crawling fingers on her sleeping helplessness she wants to slap him,  tear him to pieces he would be ashamed of The creep  Is her abusive husband

In the groove

get a kick from groovy stuff Chase those halos others can see stop being a watcher know what’s your groove work hard, work hard… to reach there Then, the rest of your life… protect manipulate fight for your right to remain in your groove