Thursday, May 4, 2023

Rebel Is My Safe Word

Sunday threatens with
its black candle sky,
a summer storm
merging with the
darkness in me.

Livid lightning bolts
flash from my eyes
striking, “Enough!”,
as I stare at your
smug expression.

Your hand on my arm
is not a request, but a command.
There’s not enough ice cream
in hell to tempt me to leave with you.

Whatever you think you have,
is nothing I want … You’re merely
a beer Romeo who thinks
every woman is eager 
to be your plaything.

I didn’t walk in this bar alone.
Look over your shoulder.
Those women know a death star
when they see one.

All I have to say is one word, “rebel”, and they
will become the war you won’t win.

©Susie Clevenger 2023