Two Forty Six

Inspired by PoetryMarathon #246.

 Off a bus
 into the blazing heat
 downtown of Victoria
 people ask for money,
 for hostels, food
 pot
 (yes,
 some people are honest)

To hell with you

You are terrible for me

How could you fool me so

Or was it I doing the fooling

To hell with you, beautiful!

I measured hands with you and your were bigger

Oh so stronger

Strong beautiful hands

Stop stop

Making me feel like I belong in hell

If you do

Then you belong there.

~Wind~