15th and Scott
by Aaron Blair
The devil makes you pay your debts,
when he cuts the costs of your decisions
from the mint that is your flesh.
When you walk down the kind of streets,
where even the light is afraid to go,
this is where his eye will always find you,
so that he can pull you into the dark.
Author's Note: My seventeen year old cousin disappeared a few weeks ago. The last place she was seen was the corner of 15th and Scott.
Posted on 10/10/2010
Copyright © 2024 Aaron Blair
|Member Comments on this Poem
|Posted by George Hoerner on 10/10/10 at 01:19 PM
That is certainly scarry!!
|Posted by V. Blake on 10/10/10 at 04:17 PM
I hope your cousin turns up soon, Aaron. For whatever it is worth in the meantime, this one cuts deep, and knowing its inspiration lends further gravitas to a poem that already had it in spades.
|Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 10/10/10 at 07:10 PM
All my best thoughts on this. The poem is potent enough without unfortunate reality behind it.