Secrets and Dreams

The boy had exceptional talent
as a graffiti street artist
but, his real day job was helping
his dad paint walls of
other people’s well-to-do homes.

He had developed a secret crush
on the daughter of the man’s latest
house they were painting
but she was quite a cut above his means
so, he wrote his wish on a wall
which he’d soon cover with
a lick or two of paint
and only he and his dog
(his best pal)
would share his secret of one day being
‘as-good-as-them’ dreams.

~*~

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Shared with Magpie Tales #128 Image © Zelco Nedic

Killing Time

The wayward girl was falling
but was too blind to see
and sent out an invitation
albeit,
unwittingly.

The response was quite robust
but
no-one would ever know
not even the girl.

As she roamed strange streets
so far from home
the ball and chain of life
grew heavy.

People saw the attitude
and if they dared to go as far
..the oddest look akin to
frenzy in her eyes.

Now she was an easy
channel for the pimps
a ruined chalice of despair
too far down the wrong path
to settle for less than the best.

Her invitation quickly accepted
the attack on her was furtive
sublime in execution.
She had no idea it had happened
but, she’d determined there would be
no more living rough for her
under her new pimp’s control
now she’d do more than just
kill time.

~*~

© Daydreamertoo *All rights reserved

*For some reason the words led me down a dark path this week. Maybe it’s because I just finished reading the Dean Koontz book.

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