The naked girl wiped semen
off her lower lip,
the man yanked his belt
and buckled.
The naked girl smelled
her middle finger tip,
the man tied the laces
of his shoes.
The naked girl twisted
a lock of her hair,
the man clipped on his watch
and checked the time.
The naked girl sank low her head
and clapped her feet,
the man had just closed the door.
Mar 04, 2016
Pathos
About This Poem
Last Few Words: Is the title appropriate?
Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
p0athologica
Having read books of illicit crime
romance and chaos
this one is a hard one too even
read...as the too real reality
evolves...
my head is not in the sand
of awareness or reality
the world is all about us
with its horrid horrors
and the want too keep
abreast of the joys
detailing is accurate
a scene transpired
transpiring
poetry is observance
of story
thank U!