A NOVEMBER MORNING
by John D.
Robinson
After yet
another deep soulful
apology
and regret and another
promise
that it would never
happen
again, she returned
for the
final time, soon after,
she died
of 91 injuries to her
face, throat,
head and ribs
that punctured
her lungs:
I didn’t
know her but I
knew her
mother and she
told me,
tearfully,
that she
had begged her
daughter
to leave this
evil brutal
controlling
mindless
asshole but the
thought
of leaving him
seemed
to her daughter
more scary
than staying
with him:
she thought and
hoped that
love, their
love, her
love, his love
would extinguish
the
flicker
to flame explosions
of unpredictable
drunken
hateful
violence within him,
but love
failed,
her mother
told me, one
cold November
morning.
John D. Robinson is a
UK poet. Hundreds of his poems have appeared in print and online: he has
published several chapbooks and Uncollected Press will shortly be publishing
his first full collection, Hang in There.
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.
