poetry by j matthew waters

listen up

she’d been crying
but that was nothing new
nothing a few drinks couldn’t fix

she adjusted herself on the park bench
stretched her neck and
crossed her legs
eyes clearing and focusing
on all the people walking by

if only i could warn others about him
she mumbled
there wouldn’t be a next victim
and his toxicity
would just drain away
like a dead car battery

if only i could tell others
to run the other way
if they ever encounter
this monster
they would never know
how he’s destroyed a few homes
and brags about sleeping
with married women

january two thousand thirteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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