Thursday, September 29, 2011

Satisfacton, Guaranteed



"Go on cher, drink it up. It'll cure what ails ya."

She looked at the bright red liquid as it glistened in the bottle, tiny bubbles bumping into each other like seltzer. Sometimes she thought the bubbles looked like tiny skulls, bare teeth grinning at her. Mocking her. Mocking her fears. She took the bottle out of his hands, the leaden glass weighing heavy in her heart. She cast a suspicious look at him.

"And this'll work. This'll make him love me forever?"

He smiled an evil, cynical smile; all teeth, no lips, like the tiny bubbles within.

"Sure nuf, sis. Drink this and he'll cherish you forever."

He grabbed the bottle out of her hands, holding it just out of reach.

"For the right price, that is."

She reached into her bra and pulled out the wade of slightly damp bills, counting them out, one hundred, two hundred, three hundred. A lot of nights on her knees to get that sum, but it would be worth it. It would be worth it. To have his love forever.

He smiled again, and handed her the bottle. She pulled out the cork stopper with her teeth, grimacing slightly at the smell. Metallic. Rotting. She swallowed the bottle's contents in one gulp, coughing and sputtering as the liquid burned a path down her throat and into her stomach. Waves of nausea washed over her as she fell to her knees, a cold sweat began to pour from her brow. Her breath grew rapid and shallow, as her eye sight began to darken. Her eyes searched his with a desperate plea.

"But, I don't understand. I feel like I'm dying. Feel like I've been poisoned."

She looked at him as tears welled in her eyes. She only had strength for one last word.

"Why?"

That sick, evil smile reappeared on his face as he patted the top of her head. He crouched down next to her.

"Silly girl, don't you know? There's only one guarantee to make someone love you forever."

He held her face in his hands as he kissed her gently on the lips, whispering seductively in her ear.

"Death."

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Fashion Week

Angry and bitter are the new black.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Ta Da!!!



The latest issue of Erotica Quarterly from Pill Hill Press. My flash piece, The Ape and I, is featured (and you can't see it, but my name is printed on the cover).

I like the cover; it has Fosse-esque quality to it.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

2977

Time heals

All wounds

Or does

It wound

All heels?

Slowly causing

Joy

And

Faith

And

Trust

To erode

From our hearts?

Hearts

That

Will never

Be practical

Until

They are

Made

Unbreakable.

So

The

Great

And

Powerful

Oz warns.


Two Thousand

Nine Hundred

Seventy

Seven

Hopes

And

Dreams

And

Desires

And

Ordinary

Lives.

Extinguished.

On

A

Late summer's day

So beautiful

It would make

You say,

I hope

I remember

This day.

Forever.

And

Ever.

And

Ever.


We will

Remember

This day.

Forever.

And

Ever.

And

Ever.

And as long

As we

Remember,

Two Thousand

Nine Hundred

Seventy

Seven,

Hopes

And

Dreams

And

Desires

And

Ordinary

Lives,

Two Thousand

Nine Hundred

Seventy

Seven

Hopes

And

Dreams

And

Desires

And

Ordinary

Lives

Will

Live on.

Forever.

And

Ever.

And

Ever.