Black Cab

I don’t want to bruise your ears,
Or hurt you again
But I got back-stabbed in a black cab,
When I needed a friend

You broke my heart and sold my soul,
Left me on the curve, cold and alone
So I made my way on my own,
Got in a black cab “take me home”

The journey was takin’ long,
So I played a song on my Nokia phone
My ears were deaf to the world,
A cab driver and a drunken girl

As we drove through the night,
I couldn’t help but feel a little fright
‘Cause I didn’t know where he was takin’ me
I said “please could you pullover and let me out”
He stopped the car before proceeding to shout

He put the volume on the radio up,
And at that moment I was struck
He was going to hurt me, eyes lookin’ dirty
He ripped off my clothes, unable to move
He kissed my lips, touched my breasts,
Disgusted by the essence of his breath
The horizon and stars echoed death,
But as soon as he finished he up and left
And I lied like a foetus, cried and wept

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Comments

MaggieG | September 7, 2011 - 14:58

This is disturbing. I think part of what is making my hairs shift a bit is because it reads like a surreal performance piece. I don't know if that was intentional, this "delivery" I am seeing in it. If it is ? Helluva approach