Recognition In His Eyes

Written for:  Sunday Whirl, Wordle #464

Words:  stint, chain, score, mean, glow, spent, din, thrumming, chimney, wave, stain

He knew the score,
spent a long stint
with some mean-rep
step-fathers. Still
feels their punches
thrumming in his ears.
One foul-breath meth-
head whacked him
with a chain for trying
to burn up his stash
in the chimney. Mom
laid in bed.

So when he met Lisa,
a girl with 
a golden glow
in her dark
brown eyes,
he knew
that glow

would dim
in time, like
an over-washed
shirt. He saw
the bruises
on her arms,
heard the din
from the street
every time
another wave
of abuse
was thrown.

He knew the score.
She would not
have to.  He’d make sure.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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