Slut

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"Slut.."
She mutters at the prostitute slowing down traffic
Gaunt face & scream filled eyes ignored
As she continues past
Cocooned & self righteous in a mini van
"Those people.. I mean,
"They have programs, services."
"They just don't want help."
And they way they smell...
"Drugs",she adds nodding sagely
Warm coat and unchipped acrylic nails
So smoothly dismissive 
complacent
Judgment delivered and forgotten
Unaware that the slide has begun
She's caught in its merciless clutch
He leaves, satiated secretary with her superior grin
washboard stomach
"says I let myself go, well lets see what she looks like after three
kids...."
accelerates
kids sick gas bill red notice pink slip bounce checks
Robe all day 
cheap wine, never mind the glass
Sanity slipping thru her hands burning like rope
Three little faces running backward driven away.
Paper spills from boxes sloughed out on the lawn
Wind-blown into spirals followed with red rimmed eyes
Shuffle down the street to.....
Where?
Days and nights, cold cold nights
merge and pass slowly slowest
Standing by the corner building.
catch a glance from the woman driving by
as she mouths,"Slut" 
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About chimerapoet

I write. I write a lot. A. LOT. There are times I am half blind with a sentence ricocheting off the walls of my stupid, cant be shut off to save my life, brain. I am miserable until I get it down on paper. Punch it up a bit. Usually cross out half of it. And then breathe. Relax. Only to do it all again..... But I just thought that was me. How I am. Not a writer....noooo...not me. Writers are.....writing people. People Who Write. REALLY write. Write things that matter. All grown up very important things. Not.....me. I am just a scribbler of sorts. And I was/am content with that....if it's true, well then....a scribbler am I. Until the thought wormed its way in to my brain (the furtive sneaky bitch) that maybe...just maybe...that is writing. My style. My strange way. But....still writing. So here I am at the dance. Not sure I know any of the moves and the music is entirely mine. But.....only one way to find out. Would you care to join me?
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