She walked on tiptoes around the
house and
bounced a few times and
spun like a ballerina
and sang, "Today I don't wanna diiIiIIie."
It was rare for her
but he sure
was glad to see it. Glad and now
a bit anxious
not to do something that would
disrupt her
happiness. It could be anything really
She grabbed a towel and wrapped
it around his neck
to bring his body closer to hers
and said, "Let's open a wine
bottle and make love."
He smiled and nodded
and instinctively brought a hand to
his head to feel the
scab from the last opened bottle of
wine
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Oh, infinitely beautiful girl
you are not alone
she wrote with
scarlet lipstick on her mirror
But words alone
don't
change hearts
and she was infinitely
unhappy
cursed
doomed
All the boys and men
said yes
to her
but her brother still
said no
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"Eh, sorry, sorry," she would
say
but the wound would be already
open
She would close her eyes
squint them
poke her tongue out
and shake her head
"Sorry."
She liked to bite
couldn't help it
"You're gonna kill somebody
one day. Bleed 'em to death or
something."
"Sorry, sorry."
but some people
some girls
are just impossible to stay mad at
Despite her words
there was
no remorse for opening the wound
no remorse for licking it
making it bigger with her tongue
And no remorse for sucking
the blood out of it
She never swallowed
Just swirled it around her mouth,
loving the saltiness
and the taste of metal,
and then let it drip down her chin
She was arguably
one of the
greatest
among the great ones
You don't need the
employee of the month
badge to know
that you're it
He knew he was it
The other day he asked the girl
who called whether she
had any family
She said no
"And I don't want any. I don't want
to hurt them with
my going away. So it's better that
they don't exist." She
sounded so tired, so drowsy,
so helpless
He started tearing up
and told her. "If you do it... If you
do it then I'm gonna cry. I will
remember you. I will never
forget you. I will be the
family you're leaving behind if you
go. You will leave me in
great pain, I tell you that. In great pain! I
will cry every day and... and please don't
do it. Please let's talk about it. I'm
here for you. Let's talk. Please." He was
crying into
the receiver
And the response was
a loud bang
from the other side. It was over.
The caller was gone
He hung up
wiped his tears and
awaited the next caller
There was no win
or fail in this job
but still
he did a fine work
He smiled to himself
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Run wild
That was the motto
Of course it didn’t address
running wild
in the streets
and away from angry shopkeepers
and the police
and rival gangs
and betrayed friends
It all starts with a
run from responsibility,
evading reality
“Think you
can live like that?” father had said.
“Go ahead and try. C’mon, not
like you’re of any
use round here. Go!”
He went
and the years have passed and
he was never missed
But tonight he would return
with a couple of
friends
some rope
and a few sharp objects
A dim light was flickering in the kitchen
meaning the old man
would be at the table with a belly
heavy with drink
and a head light with fumes
So not much changed
"Well, let's go."
Daydreaming as a profession 