Written by Brenda Mox
An outlaw, from seeds never meant to be sown,
Grinned a crocked smile while making high toned
Conversation along godless lines.
His layers of contempt crouched camouflaged right on the edge of being busted
His whole childhood spent in the palm of a valley, in the middle of a hurricane of hateful women. Judges of the not so righteous.
Disappearing for dark days inside their slicks and shadows, he’d ponder the risky terrain of any woman’s mind.
He was always glancing away from how it might have been, because it did not matter what he chose. The sin of spite stained his soul, forever slipping past any good intentions into the monster’s role.
Text © Brenda Mox
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