Escape

Posted on April 30, 2023 by purplepeninportland 
Written for:  Sunday Muse #257


It is daybreak,
and I am not
home.  He said
we were destined
to be together,
however, after
our sex-soaked
night, we fell
asleep.  He changed
his mind as day
broke.  What a joke.
I couldn't get out
of there fast
enough.  People
will stare at me
on the train,
but at least
I will be out
of that brutal 
rain.

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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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16 Responses to Escape

  1. ben Alexander says:
    April 30, 2023 at 5:27 am

    our sex-soaked
    night

    Wow…

    out
    of that brutal
    rain.

    Wow…

    Excellent, Sara

    ~David

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  2. Gillena Cox says:
    April 30, 2023 at 7:34 am

    I chose the same pic. Nice one Sara

    Much💖love

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  3. Keith's Ramblings says:
    April 30, 2023 at 3:41 pm

    From hope to despair. Nice one.

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  4. Helen says:
    April 30, 2023 at 4:00 pm

    … and no doubt away from the cad who gave up after one try! LOL

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  5. poetisatinta says:
    April 30, 2023 at 5:15 pm

    A wonderful take on the image Sara and a great last line 🙌

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  6. Truedessa says:
    April 30, 2023 at 8:54 pm

    Promises in the night – broken in daylight. Best to keep running…

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  7. Carrie V. H. says:
    May 1, 2023 at 9:36 pm

    You took the image and ran with it brilliantly Sara!

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  8. Jewish Young Professional "JYP" says:
    May 5, 2023 at 4:10 pm

    “our sex-soaked
    night” – a perfect description!

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