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Last Chance
“Hi Sally, it’s Kiki. We talked last weekend when the guys had their meeting. The violence never stops. I remember the conversation we had. I always knew you were just like me, you want out too. I’m leaving Johnny. Today is our last chance. Pick up the phone Sally.”
“Where are you? Johnny just left with Frank, another meeting with the boys. Coast is clear. This is our chance. Don’t pack a thing. You don’t want to draw suspicion from your neighbors. I’ll be at the back door in twenty minutes. A friend is going to take us to the next town. All arrangements are made. Don’t say a word to anyone, not even your folks. This is our last chance for freedom Sally. I’ve been real careful with planning. Johnny doesn’t suspect a thing. Why won’t you pick up the phone Sally? Your car is in the driveway.”
Sally stands in the kitchen cringed against the wall nausea gripping sobbing as she falls to her knees. She didn’t want to betray Kiki. She did want out but Frank had been in the mob too long. He would have killed her if she didn’t obey him. Johnny suspected Kiki was up to something. The scream came over the phone line riddling through Sally. She could hear Kiki’s pleas.
“No Johnny, please put the gun down baby. You wouldn’t shoot me, would you, Johnny? I love you Johnny. I wouldn’t leave you. Johnny! Johnny…oh Johnny?”
Sally doubled over, pain twisting her insides, the shot heard as the phone went dead. Leaning over the kitchen sink, Sally vomited draining herself of the sickening defeat, running cold water over the anguish gurgling down the drain. Within minutes the nausea passed though it seemed an eternity. Sally made way to the powder room straightening hair and makeup, taking care to conceal the puffiness around her eyes. Frank would be angry if she had been crying. Satisfied her appearance would not reveal pity for Kiki, she returned to the kitchen to prepare dinner for Frank wearing her best smile.
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Self-appointed Victor


Night grips as the self-appointed victor
strikes with unwelcome masculine force

Wielding brawn ~ inflicting torture
to subjugated silken flesh

Dominating the woman’s body
to asphyxiate her feminine spirit

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Beyond The Darkness



beyond the darkness of my mind
with scrutiny I seek to find.
although I search I find not where
the answers are of why I’m here
nor can I find the reason why
we stand and watch our brother die.

beyond the darkness of my mind
I watch as all my dreams unwind.
my heart cries over our sad blight.
our purpose wasn’t just to smite.
I’ve visions of a world of peace
when animosity will cease.

beyond the darkness of my mind
I abscond to freedom from the crime
where comfort lies in harmonic dreams
far from this world’s devious schemes.
beyond the darkness I am safe,
strong and secure from evil’s chafe

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