Summers are hot
And souls are cold
Atop the little electric store
On the corner of a busy street
Fire rages in the eyes
Of those less fortunate
Screams and scratches
Paint the faces of women
Who trusted
Too long
Too much
Too fast
Black and purple
My favorite colors
Spot along the biceps
Where not strong
But crazed hands
Held on
Too tight
Too long
Too much
Streaks and stains
Of blood are found
Atop the little electric store
On a busy street
Where the games of a child
Raged out of control
And women who trusted
Too much
Too long
Paid
Then let loose
And ended it all
With one blow
To the face
Of her mask
That set her free