she's cashed in
her latest set of knives,

those she used to
rake and swell
upon my flesh.
i wondered if
she had the guts
to press down,
wondered if she'd
dig and dig until my
drying bones
became ash.

her taste was acidic,
she backwashed
in my throat. my
stomach churned
from the lack of fiber,
my glands burning
themselves out.

i felt my pulse race
when she told me
i'd be dead by morning,
when she raped my resolve
with her envious stare.

she broke me
in seven languages,
tore my flesh
from each marrow.
but i had defeated
the ghoul she'd become
when i latched
the gate behind me.

for i had
one finger
to salute her
one hand
to stop her backstab,
one eye
on her wicked garden, and
one foot
out the door.

01/09/2004

Author's Note: i know, best ending ever right? wish i had written in, but the credit goes to paul. he was attempting to get me to write. thanks paul. :)

Posted on 01/09/2004
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