Broken glass, peeling paint, warped door frame. Memories as broken as this house.
Ancient marks on wall.
Terrible stains of hateful love.
I heard the shadow’s voice,
beneath the rickety wooden floor.
Deep and brutal,
The essence of Camel’s and cheap bourbon.
Tears stream down.
He was a blunt instrument, spiteful and callous.
His hands like bricks.
Dead now decades yet my hate and fear still burn,
I light a match.
I stood outside and watched the blue and orange swallow the wicked pine.
The smoke swelled and filled the sky freeing me.
*** On November 1st, The Pummelo will release its second e-book titled "Lost Frontiers & Forgotten Trains," a book of poetic verse by James, available on Amazon for your Kindle, Cloud Kindle, and Kindle app for iPhone & Android. ***