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Her Heart     Life Lyrics ©2020

Her mind-numbing life

her relentless job

ringing up groceries

him sauntering up

slapping down a pack of gum

winking at her

with a bold brown eye

her blue eyes fluttering

him licking his lips

making his move

Metallic blue eyeliner

lips the color of a bruise

he smiles

thinking he knows her type

Now she’s gone and done it

caught his eye

she looks younger than she is

sweet youth, dewy-eyed

an object of desire and jealousy

vulnerable at times

but she is a keen observer

of sly grins and brown eyes

knows the pitfalls and potholes

fearless sometimes

most often desperate

He is not her dream

but he is here

wanting her

brown eyes

drawing her in

she’s been here before

on the losing end

He promises everything

gives her nothing

but a single drawer

and crumpled sheets

covers her with hot kisses

While she tastes

his lying breath

He wants more

always more of her

brown eyes slant

his lantern jaw tight

a curl of fists

She is caught

against a wall

biting her lip

Her hands shaking

she covers bruises

colored purple

applies makeup

fingers to swollen lips

painted red

She smooths the cheap

yellow dress he bought

listens for his steps

knows the odds

are against her

praying he’s forgotten

his black mood

with every beat of her heart

He sneers a grin

pulls at her

hands hard against

her blue veined skin

breathless she awaits

his snores

She’s saved cash

a fist full of crumpled green

enough to take her

somewhere, anywhere

away from him.

The grimy bus windows

fogged with gray rain

reflect a ghost

her backpack with

everything she owns

caught between her

muddied sneakers

the miles passing

with every beat of her heart.

 

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These silent sentinels, keepers of our secrets

they wait for our footsteps, the turning of a lock

You are home, they breathe as we pass through

with nary a thought to their waiting

They sniff the air for the scents we carry

The bakery again, that kind of a day?

No, not the news, love, play your music

the dancing kind, it’s been too long

There now, isn’t that better?

Will the children come again?

Their laughter tickles

Will she come along, trailing her strawberry scent?

If she knocks, will you let her in?

You really should, you know

Don’t pretend you don’t miss her

You with your dark rooms and moods

that never ends well

She’s here

Open the door, love

Trust me

Open the door, love

It’s time.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Deep and Heartrending,wonderful in every respect.

51j5p18mJNL__AC_US218_Delia Owens has crafted a novel with incredible details and a protagonist who will capture your heart.

When  six year old Kya is abandoned first by her mother and then her father, she is left to fend for herself in a hobbled together shack built by long deceased relatives.  Taught to be aware of strangers and the civilized world beyond the Marshlands and the coast of North Carolina, Kya grows up isolated from human contact. Her friends are the denizens of the Marsh and ocean. Gulls, fireflies and every sort of animal and insect become known to her. Kya learns to fish, steer a flat bottom boat, take care of the engine and dig for mussels which she sells to a kind old colored man named Jumpin’ who runs the wharf.

Kya comes to be known as The Marsh Girl. She is gossiped about and humiliated by the towns folk.

Her one friend is a young boy named, Tate. He is as attracted to the Marsh and ocean has he is to Kya. Eventually, he teaches Kya to read. He gives her science books and poetry. But time passes and Tate must leave her to go to college. Kya feels abandoned again, and her love for Tate breaks her heart. Several years pass, Kya is now a young woman and is preyed upon by the neighboring town’s football star and playboy, Chase. He lures Kya, who is desperate for human contact, into a sexual relationship with promises of marriage. But Kya learns he has married someone else. She breaks off all contact, but he refuses to let her go. One day he attempts to rape her. Beaten and bloodied, she fights back and runs.

Yet, Kya knows he will not stop, that he will keep coming after her. She knows she can’t live in fear waiting for his next attack.

Months later, Chase is found dead from a sixty foot fall from a fire tower within the Marsh. There are no prints or anything to actually connect Kya. In fact, she has an alibi confirmed by numerous people. Still, Kya is accused and arrested. The trial is portrayed in great detail. (No spoilers here!)

This is a wonder of a novel, crafted beautifully. I loved, loved this novel and highly recommend it for New Adults and Adults.