stamped DOOM

On a partly cloudy afternoon

they sat in a ’59 Cadillac

license plate stamped DOOM.

Out of the left side

of her lipstick smeared mouth

words were spewed in anger

jealous ones, meant to cut

through rawhide skin

a vocabulary was truly spent.

Sensitive thoughts flashed

through a mind out of touch

while exploring sound reason

to counterattack such abuse

but came up short of words

that might be enough to

silence the beast holding

a piece of steel, panting

like a leopard in mid-chase

with glaring eyes straight out

of a horror movie, rated bloody.

With a finger up, he said wait

with tablet, number 2 lead

wrote, oops

she was just a friend

like you were before you

snapped, so jealous, then

turned the key, drove off

towards the end

of where the road disappears

leaving only taillights to see

without shedding a single tear.


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