With head hanging low he walks to the street and enters his silver Kia;
Sunglasses shroud his darkness, as he bites processed cheese rolled in tortilla.
Twenty minutes of driving, four Depeche Mode songs and he arrives at work;
Songs from youth— virginity, failed expectations and bullies that lurk.
He works in security at an upscale mall for the pretentious and prudential;
his mom emphatically said, “Mijo, take this job, it has so much potential”
She will say whatever it takes to make him leave the nest;
fall flat on his face and die with no cause- mom knows best.
Most days are filled with repeated step and racist dirty jokes;
but this night he finds a drunkard— the misogynist provokes.
“Alright mam, I think you’ve had a bit too much to drink- lets go” he states;
He speaks of kindness— his hands grope and grab – he silently berates.
With arms folded he stands and stares from his plateau of false authority;
A yellow cab arrives and enforcing her exile becomes his top priority.
Violently pushing her into the cab— while grabbing her ass and tits, a plenty;
so he can brag and beg for approval — people find him empty.
Her celebration was brought to a halt by the whims of a coward;
who had found other ways of making himself feel empowered.
She was a regular patron in the mall of the wealthy and proud;
and he had the memory to see and spot her among the crowd.
From his memory of her face he went online and found her profile for dating;
he stalked and talked and sent her a message- sent out the call for mating.
She thought he was nice and sweet — a tender shoulder to lean on;
weaseling his way into her good graces – they spoke and smiled till dawn.
He sent her abstract photos that deceived the idea of his true self;
with heart open she wanted more and he stuck the topic on the shelf.
After days upon weeks of flirting and sexting, he finally grew the nerve
He sent her a photo of his true self- his ego exposed for her to observe.
She looked at his deeply wounded spirit — facial blemished;
her doubts in his intention faded fast— her walls diminished.
He finally asked her out and she said, “yes, I would love to”;
big plans were crafted of places to go and things to do.
She spent hours preparing for her hot date;
and she left promptly — not to be late.
She drove to the address, to the spot that was given;
it was an isolated alley that she had gone and driven.
He sat in his window and watched her cower and wander;
Stealing her spirit to mend his own— power to squander.
She kneeled on broken glass and watered the ground;
His darkness and deception will not be bound.
He jerked himself to the power he stole;
breaking her, so he can feel whole.
The cycle of everything turns and turns;
the lives he destroys — burns and burns.
Nothing's Sacred 