Poetry

Parking ticket

dragonink90

Mind the clock

as the ticket-master

prepares to drop

 

the white leaf

onto the window;

a grim flash of teeth.

 

Upholding his duty.

The passenger inside flares

her nostrils at this cruelty

 

and in a flash of skirts

rises from her seat

to kick him where it hurts.

Published by dragonink90

I'm an autistic author of fantasy and speculative fiction, and also a poet.