Saturday, June 29, 2019

Straight to Hell by Debra Sasak Ross

She was five
He was seven
They lived very far away
From heaven.
Closer to hell
The neighbors would say
Until the day they got away.
The boy was tortured,
Beaten and abused.
The girl was raped,
Forced to do things
Five year old girls
Should never do.
One night
The man passed out cold from the whiskey
Dead to the world.
It only took
One strike of the match
To send him
Straight to hell.





Debra Sasak Ross is a published poet from Chicago, Illinois. Besides reading, writing and listening to music, she loves thunderstorms, blizzards and gardening. Her work can be found in the anthologies, Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze and Dandelion in a Vase of Roses. Her work can also be found online in The Poet Community, Inquisition Poetry, Nature Writing,, Haiku Journal.  Best Poetry, Duanes Poetree. and Spillwords.com She has also published her first book, “BELIEVE” in 2018. She now resides in Iowa.

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