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On the Bus with the Monster

by taking off the mask (writer), Los Angeles, October 26, 2010

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Trapped

I knew that face, but from where? Then the horns and fangs came out and I remembered.

I have one random curl of hair I keep twirling from the back of my head

The rest fall straight, I can’t help it though

I am nervous, oh so nervous

I saw him

At first I thought he was good looking

Then I realized he looked familiar

I knew that face, from somewhere

I think quickly

Scanning my memory for his face

Suddenly he doesn’t look cute anymore

I see the fangs and the horns

My whole body trembles

My eyes are glued to him

And I wonder if he will recognize me

But he never even looks in my direction

I play back the memory as I nervously twirl the curl

How he practically poured the alcohol down my throat

How he took me to a hotel while promising me safety and sleep

How he ignored my ‘no’s and took advantage of my helplessness

Oh I remember it like it was yesterday

He makes his way to the back of the bus

I think about all the ways I can achieve revenge

I think about slapping him, but what if he catches my flying hand?

I imagine kicking him when he decides to exit the bus, making him tumble down the few steps, but it seems to violent and I don’t want to make a scene

Nothing seems good enough or practical

So all I end up doing

Is sitting quietly in my seat

While he peacefully listens to his music

And looks out at the window

The only comfort I feel is knowing G-D will give him his

Because all sinners have the tables turn back on them

At one point in life or another

With that I exit the bus, without looking back



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By Frank - icare2be on October 26, 2010 at 01:56 pm

What powerful use of words! What a sensitive subject! So true for so many others. Thank you for posting this poem and photo. Keep up the writing. I look forward to seeing more.

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By Lynda Lehmann on October 28, 2010 at 07:20 pm

Well said and a very compelling read.

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By -YumnaU. on November 14, 2010 at 08:54 pm

Yep, this is exactly what happens when you think alot. All your energy and adrenaline rush gets wasted. BUT you realise it's all worth it.

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By taking off the mask on January 26, 2011 at 04:11 am

@Armand Jones what are you talking about?

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