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She has cut it out, her
heart.
She has stitched it together,
it was broken.
It is now tethered to her
wrist by a string.
It floats. It beats.
It is… (cold (it is as frigid as ice))
“Beautiful, YOU are” he says
as he lies down beside her
(it’s not the he,
the heartless heartbreaker
but some unfortunate sap who just
doesn’t get
that he’s plain out of his luck.)
He will die, this is certain,
for the sins of the other,
the absentee lover who left
her dejected rejected
that broke up her heart
She allows him to take her. He takes her
and heightened with passion she brings the knife down.
She roughly rolls him aside and
he pleads with her quietly,
quiet quizzical Whys(?)
filling his emptying eyes.
His lights have gone out –
she feels both loss and elation.
She gathers her senses,
carves out his heart,
flash fries it (in butter), then
consumes it with gusto
with relish and tatties,
fried onions and peas.
Yum! Yum!
She smiles…
One down and countless to go!
Hoorah! Hoorah!
Hoorah!
Anna :o]
Just in case you’re worried, I love men, well most men, but I don’t love all women either (except in pies…).
Words for the lovely Magaly
who is hosting P&SU Weekly Scribblings#45: Artistic Interpretations and
whose inspirational prompts are of three images. (I have used two and the image above is “Carnival
Dreams”, by Shelle
Kennedy. The words “Beautiful YOU
are” re “Beautiful, YOU are”, by Magic Love Crow)
Also shared with the good folk at dVerse Open Link Night hosted by the lovely Linda. Cheers Linda!
26 comments:
For some reason I have a smirk on my face, got it bigger and bigger as I read on. I've know those "the he" guys, also the married and the singles that women love, fight over for a one-night-stand. They won't be stabbed.
This reminded me of the "Fried Green Tomato" story and also of "The kiss of the 'black widow'."
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Well – that went from tragedy to sudden comedy (albeit dark). You were wonderfully inspired!
Very Sweeney Todd ~~~ and a spectacular write!! Cheers.
A woman to avoid, for sure!
I agree with Helen, very Sweeney! And I like that. I was not expecting the meal, so you set it up things just right. And her final celebratory shouts give the whole piece a balanced hint of ominous, dark, and sadly insane. The speaker is very Hannibal Lector like, a character that is charming, likable, and absolutely terrifying.
It was delicious.
Oh, how wonderful! I love how you had her cut out her own broken heart to fly on a string. I was not expecting that ending!
Wow! I mean that in a good way. Even if this is incredibly dark and creepy.
Oh ... that sounds like this is just the beginning...
Wow! Your wordsmithing is incredible, and such darkness in this piece. It's stunning.
A ghoulishly good short read. If anyone is missing the atmosphere of Halloween, this will reawaken it!
Left me stunned- well done!
Wow--stunning! I feel like I descended into madness with her. I feel like she must have been horribly abused.
Unnerving.
He won! Too bad so many will suffer because he succeeded in turning a soul from light to dark.
A darkly cool (cool dark?) telling indeed, Anna. Moved well, and that closing stanza...Yowza!
Lest you think badly of me and intend to kill me later I have as a precaution called myself Old Egg. Judging other men the same as the one you met that hurt you is sad. It would be better to get a dog as a companion who would love you unreservedly.
i've been that unfortunate sap, so was initially horrified. but this is just too good, too juicy. and the vegetarians make better meatpies!
great to read you again Anna
The tone of your poem matches that of the image perfectly, Anna, so dark and bloody. The opening lines hooked me in with their ekphrastic description, and the progression to the nitty gritty background details is so well done with the male antagonist’s words – he picked the wrong girl.
She smiles…
One down and countless to go!
They come and go. This is only the beginning. They come in big numbers.
Hank
This was gruesome, bloodthirsty, and thoroughly enjoyable...❤️
Perfect poem for the picture
I'm smiling at the darkness in this poem. I suppose I shouldn't but, I can't help myself. Love it!
Very creative! The song Maneater comes to mind. Heart fried in butter sounds decadent!
It seems the ruthless rage and hate that drive her only gives her satisfaction if she can have their love before she cannibalizes their hearts! Does she have a glass Chianti with her meal I wonder as Dr. Hannibal would recommend? Or is that with liver? 🤔
"flash fried in butter" makes me think she likes her hearts rare.
An awful reality but hopefully not widespread.Thought provoking and interesting.
Not all men are bastards:)
I resonate strongly with this one having gone through 6 disturbing months filled with anxiety and despair. Men like these just aren't worth it. We are better off without them. Always a pleasure to read you!!💝
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