the eddies

He smiled sweetly,

said he was lonely,

let’s  go for a ride

down by the dunes.

Retracting the top of his

brand new convertible

we sped along freeways

and empty backroads

while the radio played Louie Louie.

Drinking rum straight from the bottle

until the swallow no longer burned

I noticed the absence of stars overhead

when the moon sunk behind him

the night disappeared…

Waking,  I flagged a ride back to my place

where I scrubbed at blue bruises

watching  red pools eddy at the drain.

This is a  fictional account of real life , dedicated to those who are abused and fail to report it. 

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40 thoughts on “the eddies

    • It is a glimpse of life but fictional. In this case, the poet is not the narrator and the anecdote is fictional, as is the majority of my poetry and writing. This is a serious problem and cause though, too many women are abused and do not report it.

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    • By all means, for all abused women in the world that would be great. In this case, the poet is not the narrator and the anecdote is fictional, as is the majority of my poetry and writing. This is a serious problem and cause though, too many women are abused and do not report it. Thank you Gigi.

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  1. Sad and true. I am glad that you have written this. I hope that it will motivate those people who have been abused to come forward and report it . It takes a lot of courage to come forwatd to do it. I hope and pray that they do so. The suffering marks them for the rest of their lives if they do not talk about it. It takes time to be able to open up to others about what has happened to them.

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  2. Holly, I am so relieved to hear that this is a fictional account. I know too many women for whom this is a regular occurrence. Abuse to women, and others, must end. We must be ever vigilant, intervene and phone the police when necessary. This is not the civilization that we have worked so hard to achieve. More severe penalties for abusers is also necessary. May they rot in hell.

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    • So true Dennis. Thank you. Unfortunately it is the most vulnerable who are victims of violence. ESP the homeless. We need to help make them safer somehow. Providing shelter would be a start

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  3. Buna dimineata, prieteni! O zi frumoasa si usoara si buna si cum o vreti voi, numai sufletul sa nu vi-l atinga in mod neplacut! ❤
    Good morning friends! A beautiful and gentle and good day and how you want it, not only soul you touch him unpleasantly! ❤



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