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A Devilish Homicide!-by- Matthew F. Blowers III
She was a creative bitch
when it came to removing
an ulcer from her soul.
Love had turned to angst,
but she surprised me that night,
by seducing me into one last tryst,
three days before my lawyers,
would have left her squat.
She coaxed me out of my clothes,
with soft caresses and kisses,
and bid me join her in our hot tub,
just out back by the willow tree.
I flicked the lights for it on,
but they didn't work,
even though it started to bubble,
and so we went hand in hand,
out into a very dark night,
starless, moonless and shadowed.
She claimed she wanted
to fetch some wine and glasses,
and told me to go ahead,
and jump in the hot tub,
and so I did,
eager for her return.
But she didn't leave, I did.
A vicious swarm of piranha
who had been left covered
and starving there for days,
in the waters she had
purified from chlorine,
attacked my exposed flesh,
devouring chunks of me.
It took little time,
in the turbulent waters.
I had no chance to escape
nor even to scream because
some other dark shadow
emerged from behind me,
lifting a large tree limb,
and batting my head
as I struggled to get out.
Five times the blows fell,
and then I was the bait
for her latest aquarium.
As my spirit left
my piecemeal flesh,
I saw the wicked
smile on her face,
as she flipped my
corpse a finger,
and went back to the house,
with her partner in crime,
to await my complete devouring.
Later they drained the water,
allowing the piranha
to die as well,
and removed my bones
which were all that was left,
at about three A.M.
bagging them and
then crushing them
with sledge hammers
in the soundproofed basement
I had built for my hours
of rock and roll guitar jams
lest I disturb the neighbors.
Two nights later,
she reported me missing,
Just a day after she and
her new boyfriend,
I had been unaware of,
sprinkled my pulverized,
remains after dark,
in a far away landfill
along with the disassembled
hot tub, scoured and clean,
and buried deeper,
than any one would
ever miss.....
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By Art~Whimsically YoursShe was a creative bitch
when it came to removing
an ulcer from her soul.
Love had turned to angst,
but she surprised me that night,
by seducing me into one last tryst,
three days before my lawyers,
would have left her squat.
She coaxed me out of my clothes,
with soft caresses and kisses,
and bid me join her in our hot tub,
just out back by the willow tree.
I flicked the lights for it on,
but they didn't work,
even though it started to bubble,
and so we went hand in hand,
out into a very dark night,
starless, moonless and shadowed.
She claimed she wanted
to fetch some wine and glasses,
and told me to go ahead,
and jump in the hot tub,
and so I did,
eager for her return.
But she didn't leave, I did.
A vicious swarm of piranha
who had been left covered
and starving there for days,
in the waters she had
purified from chlorine,
attacked my exposed flesh,
devouring chunks of me.
It took little time,
in the turbulent waters.
I had no chance to escape
nor even to scream because
some other dark shadow
emerged from behind me,
lifting a large tree limb,
and batting my head
as I struggled to get out.
Five times the blows fell,
and then I was the bait
for her latest aquarium.
As my spirit left
my piecemeal flesh,
I saw the wicked
smile on her face,
as she flipped my
corpse a finger,
and went back to the house,
with her partner in crime,
to await my complete devouring.
Later they drained the water,
allowing the piranha
to die as well,
and removed my bones
which were all that was left,
at about three A.M.
bagging them and
then crushing them
with sledge hammers
in the soundproofed basement
I had built for my hours
of rock and roll guitar jams
lest I disturb the neighbors.
Two nights later,
she reported me missing,
Just a day after she and
her new boyfriend,
I had been unaware of,
sprinkled my pulverized,
remains after dark,
in a far away landfill
along with the disassembled
hot tub, scoured and clean,
and buried deeper,
than any one would
ever miss.....