My Life

Save me

Water rushing down her face

she screams,

Save me.

Blood across the floor,

he stares.

Nothing.

Finger prints intertwined with hair.

She screams.

He stares.

Nothing.

She reaches for a knife,

He yells.

She screams,

Save me.

Tears rushing down her face,

her blood on the floor.

He stares as she screams.

His fingers grasping her hair.

She leans forward and reaches for a knife,

he yells and pulls her back.

She screams,

Save me.

He throws her to the ground with such force

her screaming stops but the tears still fall.

He takes the knife and with one quick movement,

the little girl’s tears are no more.

But one last time she screams,

Save me.

He stares.

Blood on his hands,

Laughing.

He stares.

Blood on his hands,

Laughing.

She dies.

Silence

Sandbox love affairs
on playgrounds with truth and dare.
Grown men prowl like shattered glass,
the word love splashed among sidewalk cracks.

Chalk, swings, tic tac toe.
No one could ever hurt a rubber band boy.
Glue, that’s you, attracting glass,
Like bees to honey,
Or the trees to the breeze.

Teachers are the protectors,
the watchers, but distracted by a student kept after class,
for math,
1, 2, 3.

4 + 5 equals you and me,
I’m hurt,
I cry.
A cut down my thigh,
No one around is much surprised.
They knew I caught the glasses eye,
Man, trunk,  sexual position, lies, tape, videos.
Screams, fear, children, SILENCE… another sandbox love affair.