Whiplash
a little memory of mine
Sometimes at night
I close my eyes and then it comes to me
I felt it first, then heard it
But never did I see
Him coming.
It bruised my neck
It scarred my face
And like some universal mockery
My daily drive is through that place
A mockery:
The finger of the man that points at me
"Her fault" he says
"Red light" he gestures
I later in the court agree:
I say: "That's right,
It must have been different light.
And It was me.
Like lamb
That comes for voluntary slaughter,
Without a bother.
The news that day, they said:
"A daughter,
Who almost killed her mother".
AND I BELIEVE , I leave and
LIVE
The lie of someone else;
With aching neck, and ailing health..
Until you tell me:
"He was wrong.
And I believed you
All along.
I knew the light was green that day
I wish you weren't scared to scared to say."
You say that when my car was towed
You stayed behind and green light glowed
In sequence
that would vindicate me.
And I believe you,
And hurt less.
About the Creator
Salomé Saffiri
Writing - is my purpose. I feel elated when my thoughts assume shapes, and turn into Timberwolves, running through the snowbound planes of fresh paper, leaving the black ink of their paw prints behind.
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