a mind that's constantly in overdrive
as soft sweet whispers lead them
deep inside
searching their eyes, as dusk turns into night
ignoring the truth, they'd prefer you
lied
gagged and bound by a ridiculous wage
there was love once, you thought
you were saved
laughing . . . what a gullible fool you
made
a broken nose and a bloodied
bruised face
too many questions by an anxious nurse
profusely sweating like a whore in
church
thinking "this is bad", but it
could get worse
praying they won’t look inside your
purse
broken and unraveled you turn your
back
“I’m done, I quit”, that’s all
there is to that
Prompt: Over at dVerse they have us creating a Bout Rimes poem using the words drive, side, night, lied, wage, saved, made, face, nurse, church, worse, purse, back and that.
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best to quit while you are ahead...or at least before they catch you...smiles...now what is in that purse? haha sounds like this love went bad fast...
ReplyDeleteI how the prompt words fit in so well here ;)
ReplyDeleteooof. my mother worked in Adult Protective Services for over 20 years, and some of the stories... ~
ReplyDeleteI can only imagine . . . I think it takes a strong person to work in fields like that.
Deleteoh it's best to quit games like that .... there will be no winner in the end anyway...well played on the emotions..
ReplyDeleteGlad it's not based on personal experience.. emotional.. seamless incorporation of the vocabulary.
ReplyDeleteme too, thank you.
DeleteDoesn't sound like a very fun game at all. You put the reader right there with the anxious nurse, and like the person who quit, I sure wanted to get out of that situation.
ReplyDeleteGlad that this is not based on personal experience ... smiles. You've made great use of the prompt's line-endings in this smooth sonnet about a dangerous situation.
ReplyDeleteOooh, quite hard-hitting, this one. Perhaps because I was reading something set in a prison, it reminded me of something in a mental asylum or other closed community.
ReplyDeleteFor some reason my mind went to prostitution.
DeleteAnother well told sad tale
ReplyDeletevery nice. We used the words in a similar way.
ReplyDeleteSo glad it is not about you - a sad tale well told.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Abuse is for all the wrong reasons surrounded by shame and denial.. and the strangest thing it's the victim ... not the abuser....
ReplyDeleteOh! Such brokenness of the victims... exasperating and saddening at the same time. You have taken a sensitive topic and managed it in a manner keeping both emotions intact. Well-penned.
ReplyDelete-HA
So good in a sad kind of way...words woven so well.
ReplyDeleteYes, best to say "I quit" rather than have to worry what they might find in your purse…you have captured the spiral of abuse well, and the feelings, with a gentle touch. Nicely (sadly) done (and yes, very glad it is NOT based on your own experience)
ReplyDeletePowerful and a tough situation to find oneself. Very nicely penned Kathryn
ReplyDeleteThank you . . . this was an interesting exercise for me.
DeleteWonderful use of the prompt words. They fit this write--and subject--like they were made for it. Best response to this prompt, in my humble opinion!
ReplyDeleteThank you for such a lovely comment. :0)
Deletewow, you did a great job... i'm not always a fan of rhyming poetry, but this felt completely natural!
ReplyDeletequite a striking and intense piece. definitely not a game I'd care to find myself in...though I suppose no one really would...
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