Mort

The air is dead and cold

Furious I can’t control.

All of these emotions that have put this act in motion.

The snow trickles down the walls that lead to your sin

The engine still warm

I’m standing outside your door

With the stolen key to 204

How much has your heart grew away from home?

All this time I prayed what I knew wasn’t true

I have the gun you bought me

The only way to get you to see

Should I pull the trigger on you?

Or Put the gun on myself..

I have no one else.

Skid my tires driving till I can’t think anymore.

Ice picked through the heart and into my core.

Numb, suffocated in the grasps of my hands.

Swallowed into the safe where I have no say.

But peaking its head,wanting to feed on the darkness of my despair.

I’m getting on with my life,not calling you my wife.

Put the knife up to my throat,cut it?

I might…

Stuck in a labyrinth Writing stories without direction .

My craft has become my greatest enemy

Once my escape,now a cruel jester.

I can’t sleep without getting the sweats.

In a puddle of despair I reach for my cigarettes

Bottles of scotch and rum

Novels I’ve barley kissed with ink

I can never find the right ending. Worn pages laughing at me, cruel and condescending. Making a mockery of my pathetic emending

Knock at the door

Who is this stranger I can’t ignore?

Long and tall in a black brimmed hat

Tried me as guilty as a thief,adding fuel to my grief

I don’t know who you are? The tell I tale is mine.

I owe you not a dime and you’re wasting your time!

Stranger kicked me left and right. If I had the energy I would fight.

“I’ll be back in a week. We’ll meet down at the quarry. And I’ll get my story”

I stumbled back into my lair. Prepared to show this stranger it would be there.

Flyleafs stacked like a mountain high enough to reach heaven. I pound at the gates and they won’t let me in.

Ripped pages thrown in the trash.

Messy bookshelves.

Broken glass like crystals on the floor.

Where is this ending?

Locked around my neck.

Something feeding off me like a pest.

I just want to sleep.

Not have to think

My dreams are plagued with nightmares,and the nightmare has become my reality.

Like traveling to oblivion for a spell until I return to hell.

I find my comfort in the silence of dreams I can’t see.

A kick in the brain

The left filling cabinet, 3rd shelf down, then in a box to the right.

Taken in by surprise. I find you.

Around 5 the next week,was when he said we would meet.

I waited,holding my story.

An hour turned to two. And two turned to three

I had began to think I had imaged the whole thing

I’ll linger back home then.

A terrible ache nearly made me fall in the lake.

I looked down to see that same strangers black brimmed hat.

Dusted and covered in blood.

Suspicious curiosity coats my cerebrum

A familiar tag

With 2 initials

“M.R”

The stranger is me

“How long are you going to keep running from the ending?”

The ending I didn’t want to write. Because I knew it would tell the truth.

The betrayal,the heartbreak, the collapse of my portrayal to act sane in this facade I’ve curated for myself.

A pull apart of the veins of the delicacy of my brain. Like spider webs inside the hollowness becoming filled with something greater.

More powerful.

Vengeance

With a uzumaki twisted grin I placed the black brimmed hat onto my crown.

A perfect fit.

A sound of the mud smothered underneath tires

Ugh.

His face was short and pinched like a bug

A true parasite to my life

With my black brimmed hat.

I sat back and laughed.

He heard my muffle

But it was no match to my shovel

I banged again and again

Until his brain turned to mush.

For I am no bastard compared to this dastard.

And I at least showed mercy,something he had no manner to do with me.

Another car came up.

I thought that I was done

The call of the once love of my life

To sign the paper to get me out of her life

Frightened by her fiancés empty car and blank headlights.

“You look different. Have you been eating?”

She creates the same facade that I’ve studied and learned from

Now reality calls both of us to the divine will

Like ripe raspberries.

I grasped my hand around her faded bleach blonde hair.

Spun her body into the air and bashed her head onto the cracked rocks without a care.

She kicked and said she was sorry.

Called for her lover that wasn’t me.. and hasn’t been for a long time.

Infuriated with anger like never before.

I placed my fingers in her amber eyes that I had adored.

Until she couldn’t see or hear but the sound of her own scream burst her pipes.

It’s getting awfully late. About a quarter till three. I had just been standing there. Just to wait and see. If she would rise out of the grave to come and hurt me again.

For once it’s finally clear

I made them disappear

And now There is no need for pretending

Ideas flooded in my head, the perfect ending

It’s been 6 months since then

Fresh roses are now about to bloom

Crime covered up by thyme

Corn ready to be chucked

And the ending of my dreams finally into fruition

It won’t be long until they come for me

To put the monster behind the bars they curated just for me.

Until then I’ll read my story.

“So he left that motel. Holding her corpse in the unforgiving snow

As unforgiving as the lies she wrote.

She couldn’t cover up what she did with used sheets

Lying in the sins of what was once our bed

He placed her body under the ground 6 feet below

And let the blizzard cover up her delicate strawberry skin. Kissed by death.

When the winter turns to spring and her death is covered in my garden.

Fresh roses about to bloom

Crime covered by thyme

Corn ready to be chucked

I guess that with time, her death will remain a mystery,even to me..”