My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver #64: May 5 2016: School Yard Games
She knew he was red-light dangerous,
The kind of guy her friends warned her about,
One to avoid when the lights went out.
But red is a colourful aphrodisiac,
A silken poppy on a summer’s day.
She couldn’t let her bad boy get away –
And then she was trapped
Like a fly in amber, held in her place:
No more make-up on her face:
No low-cut tops or nights out with her friends;
He told her straight it would have to end.
A yellow bruise here
And a smear of red there,
Clumps torn out of her auburn hair.
She said ‘red light’,
She shouted it out,
But the rules of the game had changed
As soon as she gave him the green light.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
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