In Plain Sight


Pieces of destructed Shattered glass

I thought monsters liked closets

and the floor under our beds.

Then one showed me his face.

Monsters like that aren’t so picky.

They don’t care about age or location.

They don’t care about race or religion.

They don’t care about clothes or money.

To them, we’re all the same.

They pass us on the street at noon.

They wear three piece suits

and faded jean jackets.

To him, we’re all the same.

Destructed or Shattered glass isolated on black

Harmless smiles the perfect disguise

for what hides inside.

And it doesn’t cost a cent –

their soul given for free.

The world changed color overnight.

But she’s still mine to protect.

His face hidden in plain sight.

Mirrors public enemy number one.

Anger lending me its strength.

Beggars can’t be choosers.

So I’ll take whatever it can spare.

One shade of red replaced by another.

Pieces of Broken Shattered glass

Β©Brenda Baker 2016

Part 13 of Hushed Voices

20 comments on “In Plain Sight”

    1. Thank you so much for reading and commenting, Joel. And I agree of course. It’s an ugly and horrific truth that remains a part of our reality. We need more open discussion surrounding this topic. Women who’ve experienced this type of violence need to feel safe enough to prosecute the monster responsible. I don’t know the statistics, but I suspect that far too many women remain silent.

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