Face to Face

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #580

Words:  boys, free, chain, steal, doors, will, games,
        dead, sea, plead, crave, ledge

Stealing a steel chain,
an envenomed man freely
swings it in an arc
across from his boyhood
abuser, forced up on
the ledge of the old
orphanage.  Willing his
eyes to stare at those
he despises, he says,
'Remember all those games
you forced us into playing
behind closed doors?'  He
craves revenge for the dead
feeling he has carried
ever since–the dull orbs
his sea-green eyes 
have become.  Abuser
pleads.  Disgusted,
the man throws the chain
to the ground.  'Just
scaring you was worth it.'
He spits, and walks off.


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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