A place for prayer.
A Poem
Published on May 20, 2007 By Hazel Target In Personal Relationships
We were just kids in prison,
groping bars of angry certainty:
I am right; we are right.
Just kids in prison, alone to face
the stares of the innocent.

In prison, and just enough sustenance
for ninety days in hell. Hell, we both said,
and consumed each other lavishly,
pleasure marked in paths
like cookie crumb trails. Hell for ninety,
heaven for one: we drank deeply
to drown fear in contentedness.

We were just two kids in prison,
too young to imagine
teeth dropping from dessicated gums
and hair laying limp across dusty foreheads.

It was worth it, right?
I am right. We were right.

Comments
on May 24, 2007
Another great piece. I like the simplicity (or elegance) of your writing. You do not overwrite (my weakness). The way I read this, it was about an impulsive marriage that lasted only 90 days (which I could relate to).

You're nerves are raw and your emotions are naked and your writing is a treat.

Keep on it,
Moskowitz