
maneuver

scraping against an
old wound reminded me
of forgotten sorrows we visit
when time stands still
rumor has it that
a stubborn woman
landed in the selfish
lap of a has-been hero
and begged him to
be something else
the burning in his
chest wrapped itself
around his heart
no one knows him well
enough to bury him
Delores leaned into her son’s embrace. He’d been promoted to area manager of his engineering firm. The promotion came with a corner office with an exceptional view of the city, and a $25,000 per year increase. He’d worked hard for it–harder than most.
The sacrifices he made never met his mother’s ears. The people he manipulated, the women he raped, and the old neighbors from which he stole. He lived in lost moments of time, pursuing what he wanted and never what he needed. He’d step on the backs of everyone to get where he was all over again.
And his beautiful, loving, and clueless mother could never, would ever know it.
An evil con-man
steps on the backs of others
breaks the moon in half
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©2022 Tremaine L. Loadholt, Originally published via Simily.
Writers, Thinkers, and Fellow Beings of Expression, I am sharing this post as I believe it’s an important subject matter. And, it’s a contest. Get your minds ready. Peace and blessings.
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