Break This Restraint, Bonehead!!

 

Break This Restraint, Bonehead.

©-MFB III

 

 

Waiting in the shadows

beneath the hollows of her eyes,

lie tears not yet shed,

hematoma's not yet

inflicted by his cruel fist.



She trembles like the ash

on a dying cigarette...

then when the front door slams,

 
she falls to pieces,

curled into a fragile, fetal ball,

about to get a bouncing.



Why can't I ever be passing by

such blatant abuse similar to such quarters

 I used to be called too,

as a Military Policeman,

to find myself poised and ready to explode.



Somewhere just below a window

where the smack of some skanks cowardly fury,

reaches my righteous ears, stoking my inner rage.

Like a savage neanderthal

I would breech his dwelling place and render him

 
a victim with my bare hands and leather-ed feet,

military training times four.



Rock hard appendages pummeling,

punishing,  kicking and reducing him


to childlike fear, a sweet intervention of the highest order.



Just once God, give me a crack

at one or more of these maggots.


since your free will, keeps them free

to force their foul will on others.



Grant  their Hell an early arrival,

I'll be your fallen angel, while they lie


writhing on the linoleum floor,

cursing the very day they were born.



I have bagged too many young women,

whom for whatever reason could

not escape and were left waiting

in the shadows of black plastic zipped.

More by this Author

  • Redundancy
    1

      Redundancy.   ©MFB III                                                         His name is Clay, and how appropriate, he spreads his ashes every day,...

  • To a young Man Or Woman Headed Off to War.
    1

    "Godspeed And Return To Sender Please!" Please always remember to............ Grow eyes in the back of your head, take notice of all the things around you, things that before you might have simply ignored. ...

  • Peace Sleeps In The Dust Of Long Lost Dreams.
    0

    An extract remarks a north. Peace Sleeps in the the Dust of Lost Dreams. © -MFB III They came to the old hippie, a poet of great merit, asking him for hope. just some peaceful solutions freshly penned, and...


Comments 1 comment

profile image

poetlorraine 7 years ago

that is quite sad actually well written, but sad.

    Sign in or sign up and post using a HubPages Network account.

    0 of 8192 characters used
    Post Comment

    No HTML is allowed in comments, but URLs will be hyperlinked. Comments are not for promoting your articles or other sites.


    Click to Rate This Article
    working