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From mayhem, chaos and madness- I glimpsed a silver lining... Got off work late, ~changed shifts           to avoid an insane ex. The street was empty Inescapable! Grabbed from behind-       forcing me into his car.          I fight,             I scream- I know if He gets me in the car          I’m dead…. Two in the morning         Not many around to hear… A Good Samaritan summoned police. He was arrested-        So was I - for disturbing the peace… The rest was a blur Confused      upset          frightened… The cell was curiously clean       very white          sterile               surreal I was alone      I felt my soul had been violated … Through my tears I noticed        An officer kept walking past Looking into the small window      of that cell of confinement… Two, three maybe six or more passes-        ‘til he let himself in. My face was tear stained      eyes swollen          Looking very disheveled Inevitable result - life or death struggle. Chuck’s voice was low, And in a strange way – comforting… I don’t all remember the words Just the emotion… “I work with the dregs of society…"     I knew he was trying to consul me          but most of what he said             was lost in the confusion in my mind .... "... So seldom do I see Such a beautiful butterfly…” Chuck leaves… but returns        With my things “Let’s go – I’ll get you home safe..” I was taught to mistrust Whites, The earlier arrest reinforced that fear- Yet this tall,       handsome            red-head              Some 25 years my senior Looked after me- From that day ‘til I left The Puget Sound He protected,      Safeguarded          Nurtured              and loved me!
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Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 1:05 PM UTC
Chuck
From mayhem, chaos and madness- I glimpsed a silver lining... Got off work late, ~changed shifts           to avoid an insane ex. The street was empty Inescapable! Grabbed from behind-       forcing me into his car.          I fight,             I scream- I know if He gets me in the car          I’m dead…. Two in the morning         Not many around to hear… A Good Samaritan summoned police. He was arrested-        So was I - for disturbing the peace… The rest was a blur Confused      upset          frightened… The cell was curiously clean       very white          sterile               surreal I was alone      I felt my soul had been violated … Through my tears I noticed        An officer kept walking past Looking into the small window      of that cell of confinement… Two, three maybe six or more passes-        ‘til he let himself in. My face was tear stained      eyes swollen          Looking very disheveled Inevitable result - life or death struggle. Chuck’s voice was low, And in a strange way – comforting… I don’t all remember the words Just the emotion… “I work with the dregs of society…"     I knew he was trying to consul me          but most of what he said             was lost in the confusion in my mind .... "... So seldom do I see Such a beautiful butterfly…” Chuck leaves… but returns        With my things “Let’s go – I’ll get you home safe..” I was taught to mistrust Whites, The earlier arrest reinforced that fear- Yet this tall,       handsome            red-head              Some 25 years my senior Looked after me- From that day ‘til I left The Puget Sound He protected,      Safeguarded          Nurtured              and loved me!
I just wish he would have told me that first night, he was married....
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Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 1:05 PM UTC
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