Purgatory

Rene 2009

she sits
 on the curb
across the street
from his house
tracing slow deliberate circles
around a scab
 on her knee
fighting the strongest urge
 to pick at it
every once in a while
she looks up
head tilted
squinting one eye
underneath
hopeful dirty blonde bangs
searching for release
from a door crack
she sits
 on the curb
across the street
from his house
tracing
with her fingertip
in the sand that runs along the gutter
making smilies and peace signs
around a single word
spelled out in bits of gravel
one
single
 word
she sits
on the curb
across the street
from his house
rubbing a freckled nose
wishing, hoping
waiting
 for the curtains
to part
for a door latch
to be heard
and for
 “sorry”
to be seen
Peace ~ Rene 2009
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22 thoughts on “Purgatory

  1. wow…okay.do i have to bow to thee?*stands. does it. returns*girl, you are ready to publish.everything you post is world-class!so thoughtful, delicate, but hard-hitting, too!Rene… excellent.don't wait too long.there is a place for you… YKW.C~

  2. Please excuse my lack of comments Rene but I so like it when you let flow like this!I've got to say that these poems of yours are so good! Maybe because I see them as lyrics? They are now and they are what I see?I also know that not only are they often hard to write, they also take a long time to finalise to!Yeah, I'm a fan!

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