bus ride through Waynedale…

she sat on the bus eating Vienna sausages from a can…unshavened…perhaps missed a few spots…smacking her lips loudly…taking-in one of the little potted meats at a time…every once in a while she looked my way…couldn’t catch her eyes…large dark sunglasses in the shape of butterflies hid secrets…

I told Tyrell I was done with him…,she spoke softly into her cellphone…,You tell him that I am done with his nigga ass…you hear me…,she sucked on another small sausage…making slurping sounds…swishing her blonde hair from side to side as she spoke louder…then louder…

no girlfriend…that boy has done hurt my feelings for the last time…you hear me…he want me to come back he better apologize to my white-ass…,again she looked my way…licked her red smeared lips and went back to yelling at the phone…

he want me for what girlfriend….for what…,her voice got soft again…,he can find himself another bitch to do that…I may be a hoe but I got my principles…,she lifted the empty tiny can to her mouth…,ummm-ummm…I know…I said I know…,she went-on…

that motherfucker can’t have me just whenever he feel like havin’ me now can he girlfriend…love is a two way street…I said a two way street…,tossed the blue wrapped meatpack down on the dirty black floor…

I said love is a two way street and that motherfucker Tyrell been goin one way in reverse for the longest damn time I’m sick of his black-ass…I can get myself done-up and find any man I want…that’s right…any man I want…,looking out the window past trailer parks…used car-lots…burned down buildings…old diners in a 60’s motief…

he said what…now I know you be lyin’…either you lyin’ or he be lyin’…girlfriend you know I be a freak in the sheets but you know he ain’t got to be tellin’ nobody my business…,pulled the cord above her shoulder…next stop was her’s…

uh-huh…,the back doors opened and she looked my way one last time with a lick of the lips…,shit…I be tellin’ that motherfucker somethin’…be tellin’ him somethin’…

just another bus ride through Wayndale…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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