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Dark Tales from Gent's Pens

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Art by Cindy Rosmus 2019

MY KIND

 

by Brian Rihlmann

 

 

If she had bruises

and maybe some rugburn

or needle marks

and wore too much eyeliner

to brighten a pair

of dead, glassy eyes

then she was my kind

 

and if she’d been scraped out

a couple of times

or better yet

had a couple of live kids

who lived with their dad—

but she hadn’t abandoned them, no—

 

they were just living with him

because the schools were better

in that neighborhood

than the shithole she lived in

while she was getting it together

going to beauticians’ school

 

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and dancing (temporarily)

in that club

but currently on her knees

sucking me off

after our first “date”

at some dark dive

 

then I was a complete goner

 

that’s why it never worked

with you

and you . . . and you

 

you returned calls

and showed up on time, sober

you shined too bright

your souls weren’t knives

I recoiled from in horror

 

you couldn’t give me

the pain I needed

to want to seek asylum

in your darkness

 

 

 

Brian Rihlmann was born in NJ, and currently lives in Reno, NV. He writes mostly semi autobiographical, confessional free verse. Folk poetry . . . for folks. He has been published in Constellate Magazine, Poppy Road Review, The Rye Whiskey Review, Cajun Mutt Press and has an upcoming piece in The American Journal Of Poetry.

Cindy Rosmus is a Jersey girl who looks like a Mob Wife & talks like Anybody’s from West Side Story. She works out 5-6 days a week, so needs no excuse to drink or do whatever the hell she wants She’s been published in the usual places, such as Shotgun Honey, Hardboiled, A Twist of Noir, Megazine, Beat to a Pulp, Out of the Gutter, Mysterical-E, and Twisted Sister. She is the editor/art director of the ezine, Yellow Mama. She’s a Gemini, a Christian, and an animal rights activist. She has recently been branching out into photo illustration, under the guidance and mentoring of Ann Marie Rhiel.

In Association with Black Petals & Fossil Publications 2019