(untitled)*a mini novel*

*warning* what follows is a seriously effed up piece of work...it is fiction and will be expanded...as of now the chapters are not in order now just numbered so that you can know the breaks...for now enjoy the first two...

*based loosely on a dream and several conversations with my husband* ~insert evil grin~


I.
Bang, bang
Dead now I suppose
Yes it was me
I killed you and am sad
Because I cant remember why
I shot you down
I just stood watching you frown
And when the gun smoked
I realized that it was just a symptom
Of an insufficient fire

I guess I need to try again
You are down for sure
Perhaps a heel to the wound
Would do but I will go
For the satisfaction of the throat
Its more romantic that way, no?
My stiletto on the last thump and
Strain of your weakening body
I stand over you as red capillaries
Turn to black spots of love, my dear

I did love you, you know
And I will, still, when the high wears off
Ill need you then and most of all
They will need your effects on me
You always made me more
Better in ways that made me smile
And cringe to think it took more than will
I guess I cant even tell you why
Just a passing thought I had
A nightmare, a dream

II.
Now I’m unpacking the black and whites
I know you hated that I loved them so
And I assure that isn’t the reason
I took them there you see
The only other hue to be captured
Was that sickening blue-green
Putrid, vial, shade of fucked up
Vomit that my fantasies always have
They came out quite nice, artsy I think

One day I will write our story
Ill write a screen play and they
Will make a movie of us
And remember that we talked about
Who would play us already so
Don’t worry, you will be played by
Mathew McConahey cause as hot as he is
I would fuck his world up too
So see my love, it isn’t always about you