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far away, outside my door i could hear the shot gun blast wondering if he was safe anymore hopin' he got outta there fast. my door flung open, i heard him gasp said "think i finally killed her" he took off his gloves and boots and mask it gave me chills like the bone of winter i patted his back and offered him tea for now he was distant and forlorn said "just sit close to me, sweet pea" in his arms, i felt so alive, felt like being born. we loaded up the old crimson truck with bags and guts, hair and brains we roared loudly away and the chickens clucked a bumpy ride, we kissed as we switched lanes i looked in the back seat, but just couldn't tell the color of the seat from the color of her blood "together and free at last!" out of the window, i yelled and soon she'll be buried in the mud. we turned off the lights and hopped on down my tiny hand carrying the smaller bags, he was towing the rest of her on the ground he stopped, lit a cigarette and took a drag we were finally bringing out the old ecstatic and in love, but shaking wondering if this glittery feeling of gold is really real or is he just faking? so we found a spot and dug and dug then began to feel a sweat "we really did it" he said, i shrugged she wasn't gone yet there were pieces of her long blond hair getting stuck to my shirt.. i kept seeing pieces of her skin so fair poking out of the wet dirt… she was standing next to him in spirit i could see it in his tired and fearful eyes his regret of her ****** was so clear it was like his pain was written in the skies the final scoops of the dull ****** dust were sprinkled over the layers of hate "we shouldn't have done this, we are just in lust - i shouldn't have took her life, but now it's too late" he weeped, and moaned and started to walk away i followed him down, through the eery trails "don't you see, this is  supposed to be a glorious day! for now our lives can be nothing short of fairy tale!" he turned around and said "just go home i want nothing to do with your conniving tricks… you evil creature with a head full of poisoned foam it's not her, but you who should be dead under the sticks!" before he could say one more hurtful untrue word i smacked his mouth with my muddy shovel he fell down hard and groaned, his speech slurred i grabbed the knife from his ****** belt buckle i stood over him, "take back what you said! i'm not the evil one, it's you you'll always be the reason why she's dead! i laugh and i know it's true" i put him to his death that night for he no longer deserved to exist chopped and killed with all my mite left his body there, alone, in the early morning mist. i was driving away fast and started to grin when i realized that i was the one defeated, for now, their souls fly together in the endless wind, and i'm still the mistress but the one who was cheated. Marilyn Metzger, 2011 Long Island
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Oct 17, 2011
Oct 17, 2011 at 1:09 AM UTC
The Tale of the Other Woman
far away, outside my door i could hear the shot gun blast wondering if he was safe anymore hopin' he got outta there fast. my door flung open, i heard him gasp said "think i finally killed her" he took off his gloves and boots and mask it gave me chills like the bone of winter i patted his back and offered him tea for now he was distant and forlorn said "just sit close to me, sweet pea" in his arms, i felt so alive, felt like being born. we loaded up the old crimson truck with bags and guts, hair and brains we roared loudly away and the chickens clucked a bumpy ride, we kissed as we switched lanes i looked in the back seat, but just couldn't tell the color of the seat from the color of her blood "together and free at last!" out of the window, i yelled and soon she'll be buried in the mud. we turned off the lights and hopped on down my tiny hand carrying the smaller bags, he was towing the rest of her on the ground he stopped, lit a cigarette and took a drag we were finally bringing out the old ecstatic and in love, but shaking wondering if this glittery feeling of gold is really real or is he just faking? so we found a spot and dug and dug then began to feel a sweat "we really did it" he said, i shrugged she wasn't gone yet there were pieces of her long blond hair getting stuck to my shirt.. i kept seeing pieces of her skin so fair poking out of the wet dirt… she was standing next to him in spirit i could see it in his tired and fearful eyes his regret of her ****** was so clear it was like his pain was written in the skies the final scoops of the dull ****** dust were sprinkled over the layers of hate "we shouldn't have done this, we are just in lust - i shouldn't have took her life, but now it's too late" he weeped, and moaned and started to walk away i followed him down, through the eery trails "don't you see, this is  supposed to be a glorious day! for now our lives can be nothing short of fairy tale!" he turned around and said "just go home i want nothing to do with your conniving tricks… you evil creature with a head full of poisoned foam it's not her, but you who should be dead under the sticks!" before he could say one more hurtful untrue word i smacked his mouth with my muddy shovel he fell down hard and groaned, his speech slurred i grabbed the knife from his ****** belt buckle i stood over him, "take back what you said! i'm not the evil one, it's you you'll always be the reason why she's dead! i laugh and i know it's true" i put him to his death that night for he no longer deserved to exist chopped and killed with all my mite left his body there, alone, in the early morning mist. i was driving away fast and started to grin when i realized that i was the one defeated, for now, their souls fly together in the endless wind, and i'm still the mistress but the one who was cheated. Marilyn Metzger, 2011 Long Island
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