Love Song to a Call Girl
She’s as consistent as the light
always teasing with delight,
she stings like the bee
her love’s a faithless melody.
Thursday, she’s stolid like the woods
Friday, she’s as brittle as the breeze
yet her lips will always stir
like a sickle-ridden tree.
One lover in the morning
another when she’s done–
her vibrant ticking clocks
will never chime noon.
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A Special Place
Pete, my older brother, made me promise that I’d keep it secret. He told me it’d be our Special Place. Over the next couple years we slowly moved more of ourselves into the abandoned factory up on Avery Ave. During those couple years I met someone. My lips spilled every page to her, past and present. The only thing I hid from her was our Special Place. Maybe that’s why my brother walked away clean after my murder.
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Mom’s Sacred Soup
Mom whisks black-baked soup with titanium talons. Blood blows from her nose into the vat like the last drip drop of water from the stained-steel faucet. A fly perches itself on the side of the bowl and mom’s hammer eyes swat it into the boiling oil. Scents of nightshade trickle out of the vat to singe eyelids. Clinched chains blister my ankles to the table and mom pours her soup into my melting pot. Her talons comb my blond hair as she spoons my liquefied brother into the coiling cave under my nose.
wooowww!!! its like you go from a rhythmic twisted love song to a gruesome murder.. love that.. :-D.. i completely did not expect it.. 🙂
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Thank you Abichica!
I really appreciate the feedback.
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murder one creepy good
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I like them all.
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I like A Special Place, it stands out! Nice twist.
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