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Hope, help & tragedy in Faribault — Minnesota Prairie Roots

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Hope, help & tragedy in Faribault — Minnesota Prairie Roots
Posted in Poetry

#NaPoWriMo-Day 28-Poison

You
cry a river 

you lay
awake at night

you wonder
‘what if’

he was poison
but

but...
what if..

you plotted your
escape

and now
finally free

you long for him
crave him
miss him

you yearn for
the one person
you know
is your
demise

the years of
conditioning
are evident

remind yourself

you are strong
enough

you
are
enough

Copyright © 2021 Penny Wilson
Posted in Poetry

#NaPoWriMo-Day 26-No Evidence

The red ink 
spatters upon the page
like blood

The truth
should be seen
not hidden inside

like a cancer 

There is no transcript
no evidence
no witnesses

The mental anguish
hidden from public view

Nothing tells the world
who you truly are

There is no one
to judge you

at least not
here on Earth

Let my words
speak
for those who cannot

Copyright © 2021 Penny Wilson

*This was inspired by my writing buddy and Dear Friend, Chuck over
at The Reluctant Poet.  Thank you Chuck, for your kindness, encouragement
and most of all for your friendship.

Image by Clker-Free-Vector-Images from Pixabay 
Posted in Prose, Stories

Treasured Scars

I was never able to hold my breath long enough to avoid the stench of you. Your slurred, dribbling nonsense turned my stomach.  It was a game you enjoyed.  You would watch my face to see how long it took before I became repulsed. 

In your eyes it was fun; harmless. 

I would watch the anger wash over you as the booze took you away.  You were body-snatched, replaced by a monster.  The monster hated anyone in it’s path.  But the hatred was for itself most of all.  The hate engulfed all and rage was the only outlet. 

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