an incident where wounds are inflicted upon a deserving authority figureA Poem by freelancejouster
confindence emits from every orfacy,
but you see, that's likely the problem,
because it's not only when you're down
that people tend to kick at you,
there's also that catergory of up-kicks,
which come out of left field.
he was always rather... tipsy,
salivating over young interns,
such as myself,
with a too-wide, alcoholic smile.
he had called me in,
and since rage was his other penchant,
i obeyed, fearing bruising and an end to employment
far more than his inapproprioteness.
"and, darling, i'll crack your back if you crack mine"
but high heels are not made for running in,
and so i dove for the closet
when i heard the door kicked down,
evasive manuvers were one of my specialties.
splinters of fragments of glass and wood,
imbedded themselves universally.
a mob of boyfriends and husbands,
i knew, i'd met most of them before,
slicing and chopping and mincing
until his skin resembled meat,
and he knew why,
what it was for,
and he knew he wouldn't quit,
couldn't quit for it was in his blood,
his personality, his demenor...
and when the angered spouses
had spit on him and left,
i crept from my hiding place and meant to leave quietly,
i'm not quite certain if it was a smile
or a grimace mixed with a leer,
but he leaned forward,
hazy and unsteady,
a sluice of bloody drool originating at his mouth,
and quite genuinely, devestatingly injured
"and, darling, i'll break your back if you break mine..."
© 2011 freelancejouster
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