For a brief moment, she stared into his eyes, a piercing Robin’s egg blue even in the dim streetlight. She wondered how it was she found herself holding a switchblade against this man’s jugular vein. Jillian knew there was no time to hesitate and so she made one quick, deep cut.
She wasn’t a violent person but she did what she had to do under pressure. After all if one of them was going to die, today was not her day. She still couldn’t believe she had been so careless as to let this man come so close to doing her harm. Yes, he had appeared gaunt and homeless, but she knew better than to discount anyone. She had stopped to give him a couple dollars and then walked on without giving any thought to him behind her. Never gave any thought that he might want rob her or that he might be compelled by lower, baser needs. His looks had thrown her off but he had proven much more spry and strong than she could have imagined. Before she knew what was happening he had grabbed her from behind, his arms surrounding her. She had instinctively stomped on his foot and jerked her head back to bash him in the nose. That had allowed her to get free for a moment but before she could run away he was back on her overpowering her. He was hitting her and ripping at her clothes, making his intentions all too clear. He hadn’t given up… and Jillian knew now that he was bigger and stronger than her. As she felt him against her flesh she knew that a weapon was her only chance and so she had pulled the knife from her pocket. Her friend’s voice echoed in her head “Don’t brandish your knife; only pull it if you intend to use it.”
Now that he was no longer a threat she pulled her tattered clothes around herself and her phone from her pocket and called 911.
casting her pride aside
she straddled his waist
plunging her blade into him
in one fluid motion
she quickly pryed his ribs apart
to expose his still beating heart
with her energy waning
and no time to waste
she ripped the meat off
in great greedy chunks
with her teeth
social distancing had left her hungry
she was so thankful he had agreed to meet
Everyone breathed easier at the first signs of spring. But Charly knew that it would make little difference. Yes, the winter had been brutal but it was the least of their problems. It was not the weather that kept her up at night. The cold they could endure but what would they do when they were found? More importantly how far could she go, what would SHE do?
She had leased this place under a fictitious name but she knew that would only slow the inevitable. True evil would soon be a Charly’s gate and she had to be ready for it. There was no one else to fight for them. Her life was in her own hands. Everywhere she went she kept an eye out for his distinctive gait. She knew it was unlikely he would approach her in public, it wasn’t his style, but even so she was diligent.
If it were only her life she might give up, stop running cause he was always one step behind them. She could feel his breath on her neck. But Charly couldn’t relax, couldn’t let down her guard because it wasn’t just her life on the line and as long as she was alive she swore she would never let him lay one finger on her babies.
Charly fueled up on coffee in preparation for another sleepless night. With a heavy sigh, she settled into the chair in front of her kid’s room that she had placed facing the one and only door. The weight of the shotgun across her lap was reassuring.
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Cherry Trees In Full Bloom (Japan)
You tell me you don’t believe in magic. You say fairies aren’t real. You say I need to get my head out of the clouds and see reality. I think you just need to open your eyes…
mother nature dressed
in a cherry blossom frock
ready for the ball
As children we are told tales of monsters
We learn to fear the unknown,
that otherness is bad
and blood is thicker than water
We’re taught that family is the most important thing
and that there is safety in numbers
But any child who has flailed helplessly to escape a brother’s grasp
or purchased sleep with rivers of tears
after enduring a thersitical mother’s ranting
or cried out under the blows from a father’s fists
knows that this is a fantasy
that being alone, that hiding
can sometimes save you
and that sometimes what is known
makes one long for distance
because what’s Out There
isn’t half as scary as home
Sometimes hanging at rope’s end
seems a fair trade for one’s turn at peace
I blink my eyes, baffled.
What happened to my sword?
Where have I placed my shield?
I swear my words had bite…
How am I to go into battle unarmed?
“What battle?” you ask
This endless parade of day to day
and on I must fight, so I hoist myself up
from this bog of self-doubt and despair,
my stinking thinking.
I gather my thoughts around me; my smelly armor
various tangled musings
traces of my soul.
will they shrink and float away
Or will the phronesis be found
to see past this illusion
of papery fragility
and use our words
the first brave flower
peeks its head out from the snow
promises of Spring
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