( Black Widow )

    Alyse swished through the open door in a frenzy of ivory organza, her strawberry blonde hair  escaping from giant curlers as she strode across the room to the mirror.  One by one she unrolled the curlers  and tossed them and her bouquet onto the dresser. She knew she shouldn't have tried for curls; her fair, pin-straight hair had never held so ( Read more... )

Wet, stinking
Soaking their shoes
It pours off the soapbox
And down Main Street

Like all liquid it races
For lower ground
In a quiet
Snaking flow

Burning eyes and ears
As we hear and see
The man with the plan
And the can.

A spark
From a bullet fired
Or a match
Or the slowly smoldering coals
Of fear.

Common sense burns
Like flesh,
Peeling away to reveal
The hard ( Read more... )

Unstarted

There it goes, my
Last shred of dignity
Falling from me
Like a sequined
Leaf from a naked oak.

There it is, my
Body sacrificed on silver
Heels to shadows
Barking over the bass
And the synthesizers.

Here I am, my
Dreams unraveling, my
Heart breaking, my
Life still
Unstarted.

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"You stupid fucking bitch!"

Steven barreled at me as the last word exploded from his mouth. His hand was around my neck before I could react. I felt his fingers coil and constrict like a python, felt the walls of my windpipe collapse and touch. I reached up and futilely clawed at his fingers, my bare feet tap-dancing on the hardwood floor. Black ( Read more... )

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oy. enough reading.

She hoped they knew it wasn't their fault ( Read more... )

VERSE 1:
You come here, grief crushes down
Wave after wave on you, 
Without a sound. 
You can't believe this used to be
A place of happiness, of dreams.
Where have I gone?

VERSE 2:
Everything's changed since I left home:
Each day's hard to bare, 
The nights, they seem so long.
You pray I'll hear your call,
But nothing seems to help at all.
Where ( Read more... )

         She knew it wouldn't be long before they found her. Found her escape route: the doors to the patio flung open, the sheer white curtains swirling in the bright blue light of the afternoon breeze.

The sun was sinking low over the wash of white houses on the western hills. Effie hobbled across smoothed stones and made her way ( Read more... )