Flawless

Take it

I don't want it

My heart is broken

Bruised beyond recognition

I know it's not perfect

And it seems that's all anyone wants

choppingBlock

So very tired

Think I'll lay my head here 

For a bit

Pillows and axes 

Look the same 

tunnelVision

I want to be the demon in you

That thing that drives you mad

Makes you want

And makes you wail when it goes away

The heart of every bad idea

The soul of every destructive plan

I want you to keep driving 

Towards me

And I promise to wreck your world

So beautifully

That angels will weep 

Highway Woman

The darkened road stretches and narrows

There is no end 

Not for me

And I drag this weight with me

For my journey

A two ton satchel 

Of past

Holding me back

Begging me to lay down

And give in

I know turning around would be easy

I know it would take three steps to return

To where I was 

Even though I've been walking for decades

underConstruction

Pleading

And begging

The Tear Stained Face

Haunts me

I can't show weakness

I can't give in

As I send her back to the hole

She'll embrace the darkness

And find herself

And only then 

Can I give myself to her 

curtainCall

I'll put out the lights

Sweep off the stage

You go on ahead

I'll catch up

The Help can't hang with the Stars

Anyway

TwitterShort Challenge 5

 

 

            Gina had her back to her vanity and used the silver heirloom hand mirror to look over her shoulder. She quickly and deftly tucked each and every hair into an elegant, loose bun. “That bastard. That dirty, cheating, rat bastard,” she said aloud as she turned around on the quilted ottoman.

            She placed the hand mirror face down (as superstition dictates) on the slick, cold marble of the vanity and stared hard at her reflection. It’s true. She wasn’t the spring chicken she was when she met Tommy. But she hardly thought she’d lost her looks. Back then, he had worked at the docks, and she had worked at The Dirty Apron Diner. It was love at first sight. Their love was the reason power ballads existed.

            It wasn’t long after their wedding when the union went on strike. Tommy was down on his luck, and Gina begged him to run away. Tommy was far too proud. He took on odd jobs around town to make what money he could. With depression setting in from the strike, he started hanging out at the local gentlemen’s club called The Feather and Tassel. There he got involved with some stripper named Dezzaray. When Gina found out, she’d shed more tears than a leaky garden hose. Tommy swore he wouldn’t visit the club again.

            He lied.

            One month later, Tommy was right back where he said he wouldn’t be, and Gina was making her own plans. Between the booze and the women, Tommy had become about as useful as a broken teakettle. It was time for Gina to end his cheating ways once and for all. Just like a big Black Widow spider, she needed to time her strike perfectly.

            Tonight was that night.

            As she put the finishing touches on her mascara, she heard the downstairs door slam. “Hey Baby….. dinner ready yet?” Tommy slurred as his voice trailed off toward the kitchen.

            “Nearly done. I’ll be right down,” she called over her shoulder.

            Gina picked up the tube of blood red lipstick she planned on wearing for the night. She smacked her lips together and focused on something left on the dresser. She had forgotten to put away the rat poison. No matter. Tommy slept on the couch most nights anyway.

            Would there be something in the cole slaw that night? Or maybe a little extra surprise in the Pineapple Surprise? For once in her flaw-filled life, Gina was glad for her diner expertise. She smiled a wicked smile and blew a kiss at her reflection. “Let’s do this,” she encouraged herself.

            And down the stairs she vanished.