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2nd chances come along once in a while for both a man and a bitch. (A prosetry exploration/flash finction.) (Image by Alamy)
Am I Ready?
I''m Scared
Ever feel like runnin''?
I feel like runnin'' now.
Like I used to.
It was nothin'' then.
I was just bad, I mean.
You know…
Take somthin'' don''t belong to you.
Tear up shit.
Just to be...
I don''t know.
They used to yell at me.
"She''ll grow out of it," you know?
But damn.
I didn''t want to.
It was fun bein'' wild.
Once too often I screwed up though.
Shoulda kept my mouth shut one time.
But he was a mean bastard.
He beat that old lady, you know?
I showed him.
Bit that hand good.
He ain''t ever gonna hit anything again with that one.
Then they locked me up.
Big time.
Death Row ain''t no fun, you know?
They said it was quick though.
You just go to sleep they said.
Least that''s what the others said.
Those who''d been in and out.
Told me stay good enough to get an
Appeal in front of the right person.
You get out.
Slip up bad enough,
You get back in.
I was scared.
Good guy pleaded my case though.
Surprise evidence.
Surprise witness.
I got lucky.
So here I am.
That''s way behind me now.
They got me turned around.
And yeah, I am better in a lot of ways,
But, still got a temper.
It slips once in a while
When my kind forgets to keep the old mouth shut.
Pisses me off, though.
I see the mean bastards from a distance usually,
But it takes my eye off the ball.
And one thing I learned the past two years…
You can''t afford to drop your guard.
But I''m okay now.
I think.
Hey!
Here I am.
This arranged marriage... kinda.
I want it to work out,
But hell, I''m expected to be all fine and good, you know?
I''m still the bitch that ran wild just two years ago.
Got myself locked up.
Beat death.
Got lucky.
Got myself fixed up.
Learned what I had to learn.
And here I am.
I meet him in twenty.
They got me all gussied up
For the special day.
Hate this perfumed shit
They thought I should wear.
Think he cares?
C''mon.
He lived through five deployments.
Iraq couldn''t kill him.
Afghans failed.
Some brainwashed kid with a vest and death wish tripped up his squad.
Shit!
And here I am whinin''.
I got responsibilities now.
Gotta job to do.
There he comes.
They said he hated the white stick.
Always tripped him up.
At the curbs and gratings.
Well, now he''s got me.
All harnessed up.
Ready to be His Bitch.
A new kind of bitch though.
Damn…
Look at his medals
Oh jeez, he''s kneelin'' now.
This is where he says somethin'' like...
There I go again.
I''m whimpering like a pup.
I''m past that.
I''m the man-bitch now.
And…
And...
A dog ain''t supposed to cry.
I''m scared.
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Love ya!
Jane
Actually, as I read it described a two time loser that I know and love dearly for her gentleness, faithfulness and honesty. She has made bad choices in the hounds she runs with and has a temper that sometimes, regrettably, bites the hand that feeds her. She would probably smile if I called her a "bitch" a joking conversation.
Ron