Monday, May 9, 2022

Rena J. Worley


Firm stride marches a worn grass aisle
Between dated names on upright stones
Incomplete history stamped on lifetimes
Of personal accomplishment
Or innocence molester

Agony searches with frenzied gaze
For detested loathsome pervert
Molding slab detected, knees fold
To soft earth never settled
Rutted dirt mudded puddle

Whispered chant escalates to raving scream
Whitening fists pound ground rhythm
Accompaniment to condemnation
Exhausted rant falls forward limp
Speechless, motionless

Weary expunger wavering stands

Departing defiled spits a sealing curse
“Be damned you Bastard,
May hell’s hurricane beat you forever”

R.J. reads "The Purge":

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Rena confesses: "Abuse in any form has no excuse. Sexual, physical, emotional, verbal. So often these events hide in silence. The victim shamed, guilted, angered. Years pass and the ability or opportunity to confront the abuser is taken from the wounded. No closure. Perhaps screaming and Dante’s hell help balance the equation."

RENA J. WORLEY is a Word Artist residing in rural Michigan. She began publishing in the Five-Two on May 27, 2019.

1 comment:

stephen worley said...

Great job of painting a word picture of a terrible scene.