A Calculated Mess

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She had that
doggy style lust,
bent and broke;
taking life hard
and fast from behind.
She had the eyes of
a serial killer,
with a splash of
rainy afternoon sadness.
I met her at the
homeless shelter, and her
soul was a
vagabond with a vengeance.
Her heart was an abyss.
Life had fucked her up
beyond repair.
No way was love gonna'
fix that train wreck,
that calculated mess.
In the end,
the best I
could do
was not
slip away with her.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

you did the right thing.. seems like her habits were too overwhelming to get involved in any way.... only thing one can do is feel sorry for her and hope that she is able to move on...very sad, but so many....
melancholic..nice write Thomas... and shows a sorry scene...
Warmly, B

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you, Betty, I appreciate the read and review.

[Betty Hermelee]

You’re very welcome Thomas
Warmly, B

[FGFRANKLIN]

This has a nice dirt truth feeling to it, it hits the gut hard. It's a seedy world but the seeds we sow are the harvest we reap. It sounds like your protagonist has a good understanding of that. Sometimes it's best just to walk away.

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you. I appreciate the read and review.

[John the Baptist]

Not slipping away with her was tactically brilliant. Sexy or not, it's best to avoid girls with serial killer eyes.

[Thomas W Case]

For sure. Thanks, John.

[John Sullivan]

Hoo boy, what's that Leonard Cohen line... "You know that she's half-crazy, but that's why you want to be there..."

[Thomas W Case]

Lol. Yes, thanks for the read and review.