Ryleigh

Our day is just beginning, I dance arms out wide, river is full and brimming, he kills me with his eyes, tanned body by my side, twists his twisted smile, a cigarette dripping, drops blue water on the tide, his arms stippling, I won’t say I’ll survive, his likes cross any line, cargo ships pass us by, he isn’t made for giving, never understands a mother’s why, sin is just his trimming, I could ask for many things, Medea might use a knife, he won't demand anything, smiles and praises time.