Gorgeous
She’s always been a princess-
Daddy’s girl to diva.
Now she’s just lonely.
She’s gorgeous
and knows it.
Gorgeous?
Sad.
* * *
Compulsion
He lives downtown in squalor,
sharing a space with mice.
Through tequila haze
he finds his way,
but can’t find
his own
soul.
* * *
First night
Mere hours after their promise
he fumbles with her dress.
He finds instead
the inside
of her
heart.
* * *
First cry
It had been twenty-two hours
and still nothing to show
but pain, sweat and…pain.
Four hours later,
forever,
their lives
changed.
* * *
Redundant
He’d worked there for fifteen years
and never a sick day.
Sitting in his car,
this was a day
he’d rather
forget.
Soon.
Rob's Lit-Bits 
Really nice gaggle of triangle poems, Rob. Thanks for sharing.
Thanks, Sue. This is a most satisfying genre to splash around in. It’s like the Twitter challenge, but writing a story in 28 syllables.
Quite a diversity of life slices here – especially love the sound and image of ‘Compulsion’.
I’m a recovering alcoholic. I understand this person. Too well for comfort, frankly.
Ah, but lessons need not be comfortable to be true, or to take root, do they? 😦 I found some affinity to this man right away, too – he is real. You wrote him into existence from a deeper place – and that makes your words real.
Thanks, Melody. People like he need their voices heard as well. Maybe, especially like him.
Especially him – he, and many others whose voice has been stilled by powerful forces.
Let’s give them a voice through story and poetry, shall we?
I’m in! It’s rather a novel calling, this giving voice to the voiceless. Noble, even… 🙂
Otherwise known as…the Gospel.
🙂