| General Poetry posted August 31, 2023 |
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A Club Entry
The City That Never Sleeps
by K.L. Rockquemore
Brakes screech
trembling hands muffle in protest. Her bowed head lifts parting copper curls. Matted. Mangled. Weighted eyelids part resisting lights that never sleep. Confusion. Distortion. Trepidation prevails. My mind aches Legs bare and battered flinch as the seat pricks her malnutrition. A bruised foot sticks to gum. My body aches East to West North then South, questions tower like mountains answers beyond reach. Strangers gawk. Judgment points. Suspicion cocoons. Shame tugs the flannel hem over scabbed knees. Ragged finger nails curl the musty collar, concealing her femininity, My soul aches Defeated. Depleted. Her pride caves ~ Her spirit recoils ~ Her strength cowers ~ in silence. Bolt of lightning cracks. Rolling thunder roars. Alarmed, her back straightens resembling a British guard. She springs upright wild-eyed and dismayed, stunned by lacey curtains pierced by golden rays. A nightmare. A nightmare. It was all a nightmare. |
Free Verse Poetry Contest contest entry
 Recognized |
The Women's Writer's Club event prompt last week was,
"Your are naked in Times Square," to be written in prose or poetry.
My intention was to transport the reader to a bustling Times Square
bus stop, where a young woman finds herself discarded.
Pays
one point
and 2 member cents. "Your are naked in Times Square," to be written in prose or poetry.
My intention was to transport the reader to a bustling Times Square
bus stop, where a young woman finds herself discarded.
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