~ Dime Store ~

Promises made

When thighs are splayed

As rutting beasts are banging you

Never once did they follow through;

Little girl lost

While coins were tossed

Into your wishing-well mattress

And tears repaired in your black dress; 

Just a dime store

A drunkard’s w***e

With gleaming dreams of fool’s gold dust

Your sea salt tears have turned to rust;

Weary dime store

Bruised little w***e

Would that I could remake your world

Restore once more to that young girl...

All that she lost

While coins were tossed

Into her sacred wishing-well

Turning her garden into hell.

--Misery

Reviews

[Honey]

Oh wow, this is really amazing. I skimmed the first 2 lines and then got sucked in to the writing. It's well written, and it's dark and full of a story without being overly long. Love this one!

[Misery]

Your kindness is an honor that far exceeds my worth; but it is much appreciated. Thank you, poet of honey.