Through the Window, Not the Door

By ExoticHippieQueen ©2011

It was the Lottery~

But not the game~

The biker bar~

He was the star~

There's-only-me-to-blame-this-isn't-tame-i-let-it-go-too-far.

With long brown hair~

His name was Ben~

The lowlife type~

I’m only guess'n~

But-even-then-i-chose-bad-men-i-had-to-learn-my-little-lesson.

His devil eyes~

Burnt holes in mine~

Made wisps of smoke~

Curl from my ears~

His-biker-stuff-it-was-so-rough-but-not-enough-to-heed-my-early-fears.

He had this gun~

The first I’d seen~

Except in books~

It scared me half to death~

He-kept-it-in-my-linen-closet-like-an-evil-safe-deposit-with-pills-and-puff-they took-my-breath.

He drove me to~

The farmer’s fields~

So I could ride~

The owner’s horse~

While-he-played-out-all-his-deals-and-turned-the-rusty-wheels-his-evil-nature-took-its-course.

He slapped my face~

So dirty hard~

He made it turn~

The other way~

And-from-that-moment-on-the-game-was-gone-time-for-me-to-fly-away.

It should have died~

Right then and there~

But that would be~

An end too right~

Thru-the-window-not-the-door-he-took-me-to-the-floor-in-the-middle-of-the-night.

I couldn’t make~

A single sound~

But I fought back~

With all my might~

My-babys-sleeping-in-his-bed-protect-his-head-he's-safe-upstairs-and-out-of-sight.

He was a legend~

In his own crime~

On the news~

I heard it break~

He-stabbed-some-partygirl-it-rocked-my-very-world-i-still-went-on-to-make-so-many-more-mistakes………………………

“Life is a silver chain of moments, each link connected to the next, some shiny, some tarnished, bridging the remembered past to the hopeful future.”