Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Which Way

Stinging cold, hard revolver digging into my temple

 Dingy gray sweat pants puddled at his feet

Praying for a car to slow down

Praying for a miracle

"I'll come back and kill you both if you tell."

 Trudging back to the church.





I'm late to the grid and hitching a ride!

16 comments:

Jackie Law said...

That is raw, concise, painful. Good job.

Robbie K said...

Thank you.

Leighannn said...

incredible... wow

Robbie K said...

Thanks.

kymm said...

Yikes. Heavy duty.

Robbie K said...

Yes it was.

Life Breath Present said...

What a raw poem here. Thanks for sharing!

Janine Huldie said...

So very powerful and says it also so easily and perfectly.

Bill Dameron said...

There is so much here in just a few words, but through it all a feeling of such dread. Well done.

Christine Hanolsy said...

Wow. This is intense and terrifying. The kind of nightmare that wakes us up at night in a cold sweat because it's all too possible. Thanks for hitchhiking, Robbie.

Nathan James said...

Ending on the word church is genius, Robbie. It highlights the fear and grit in the rest of the poem. Well done!

Nathan James said...

Ending on the word church is genius, Robbie. It highlights the fear and grit in the rest of the poem. Well done!

Nathan James said...

Ending on the word church is genius, Robbie. It highlights the fear and grit in the rest of the poem. Well done!

Robbie K said...

Thank you. It is based on an actual event and was terrifying.

Kathy Combs said...

Amazing and powerful!

Alison said...

Whoa, that's intense. Great work, Robbie.