Justice for All

It was just a box spring and a mattress on the floor… No headboard or bed frame… The 2 beat up pillows lacked pillow cases… The bed had no sheet… Just a comforter tangled and in a mess… The TV played some show off of Netflix… The TV muted… It threw the only light across the walls… And against the wall… Straight in front of the TV and at the head of the bed… The shadows moved with the sound of smacking and moans… 

The carpet was this ugly brown… There was a spot just in front of the dresser… It looked as if someone poured wax on it and it dried… There was another spot next to the bed… In the shape of a cloud it just looked as if someone had bleached the color out… The dresser had the second drawer broken off… You could see through it like the gap in someone's smile… The single window in the room had one of those window air conditioners… It was too small so someone had put a piece of cardboard to cover the hole…  It spit out cold air as best it could… But it just couldn't keep up with the day's heat that was trapped in the room… Hands intertwined… Bodies pressed against each other… 

The ceiling and the walls were off white… Someone had punched a hole in the wall next to the door just below the light switch… The light that went to the light switch had no cover… It was off… But if you flipped the light switch it would glow a sickly yellow… The door was closed… Locking the two lovers in the room to commit the act of passion… Tongues touched… Bite marks left on bodies… And vulgar words exchanged… As they treated each other like cheap sluts… 

They lay in the bed afterwards… Listening to music she turned and said “I hope one day someone writes a love song about me”… He laughed and said “I will”... She laughed… And… She began to tell her life story…Her father was a drunk and drug addict… He smoked cocaine and bragged he would never smoke crack… He called people he didnt like “Fucking crack head.”... He never served any real time in jail… But he had been to jail more days than he had worked an honest living.. If he wasn't beating her mom he was out fucking some whore… But when he would get locked back up… Her mom moved on… Her mother has some videos on pornhub but she never checked to see… Her mom moved from prison dude to prison dude… She fell madly in love with anyone who had served time especially if they committed acts of violence… She still loved her parents even though she wasn't blind to their flaws… She was just happy she was never fucked by her dad or some sick uncle… She thought too many women have that story... She grew up poor and at the same time she never really felt poor… She didn’t feel rich that is for sure… But she never noticed her clothes were used and never noticed that she didn’t have new shoes… She loved school even though she never had great grades or felt smart… And now… Yeah that was the past but now…

Maybe it was following in her Moms foot steps but… She raises her bastard children… Trying her best to give them as good a life she can afford… Her baby daddies are handsome but they are fucking losers… She works her ass off and ignores the party lifestyle she used to be addicted to… Her life now consists of just work and being a mom… If she had to look close at herself… If she had to be honest… She would say she was so much like her parents and so different… It just didn't make sense… All of this was said as they lay there naked… 

He just laid there listening to her life story… He didn't interrupt her… He didn't ask questions or speak on any of it… He just listened… When there was a long pause and she waited for him to signal he was still listening he simply pulled her closer… But when she was done… Completely done… He turned to her and kissed her… And she accepted the kiss… Then she smiled and said “Nah, your turn. You have to tell me your story now.”... And so he began…

“In the streets I'm known… But it's all fiction… I am not as bad or as good of a person some will tell you I am… I am nothing like who I have to be… In my soul… I am just a nerd… I work hard… I play hard… And I consume knowledge… All the other shyt is just an act… I play a part in order to protect myself from myself… I know more than anyone how evil I can be… How selfish… How greedy… How hateful…”

She began to interrupt but he just waved his hand and continued…. “No, I'm not being too negative… I am a man… And the heart of men are naturally evil… I am an ambitious man… I have to hold myself from some of the things I want… Because there is a part of me that would take all that I believe the world has to offer… So… So I humble myself… I donate to charity… I go to church… I feed the homeless… Not because I need to pay my way into heaven… But because I owe a debt to the society that blessed me…"

He looked away and stopped talking… She spoke up “Where do I fit in to all of this?”... And he turned to her and kissed her again… He pushed deep inside her and as she moaned he said “I will take what's mine.” He pulled out to the tip then pushed back inside her… “And I want you, mind, body and soul.”...