She'll get hers.

She’ll get hers.

Destroying something beautiful will set you free. How cliché of me to believe that. Yet here I am standing over the body of this pristine creature gutting her insides and making ground meat out of her face. White skin completely emaciated and ripped clean from the bones… Hmph! The broken bones. Well that’s worth a giggle. What’s left of her golden hair remains tangled among sticky red, squirmy goo, which from my perspective… well it could be brains. Oh who knows? This spectacular mess is truly immature of me. Nothing more than a temper tantrum that’s gone array. But it couldn’t be helped. At least not from where I was standing.

“She’ll get hers,” is the thought that crosses my mind as I watch the conniving little Bitch, with her short skin-tight black hooker dress, crawl into the car. Your car. Our car. Black ‘68 Camaro. Same one I gave you for our five year anniversary. Black leather interior. Custom upholstery. Vanity plates. Nothing was too good for my girl. Until now, when the very glue that holds us together is being tested by this cheap piece of trash. I open the door. She slinks on over and slides in. I’m behind you Bitch and I’ve been anticipating this all night.

She carried on all the time. You were never the first or only. In front of my very own eyes I’d seen far too many. It wasn’t sufficient to break up my home, she wanted more. Enough! Why should this filth be allowed to parade around in this manner? My limit had been reached and I’m certain to catch her in the act. The trick was getting her alone. She was always particularly interested in the chasing tail late at night. There she was… Creature of habit. Another bar, another girl, another night. She has this coming and I don’t feel bad for it either.

Trollop. Home-wrecker. Whore. Same thing. Different names for it. You know that girl. The one that’s scheming and sabotaging her way into one bed after another. The type of filth you wouldn’t consort with. Needless to say, this type of common woman had weaseled her way into my home. And I’m about fed up with this game. Tired of defending my actions when I’m not the one to blame. Indiscretions. Sadly, I can’t blame you. This type of vixen saw you coming and went for the kill. Stupid girl. Picking her up in the bar was like a stranger giving candy to a child. Without much convincing the little Harlot just about jumped on me when I bought her a drink. Getting her out to the car really wasn’t a challenge at all. Eyes all lit up like a holiday. Never saw the crowbar coming, as I caught the back of her skull. Over in the seat and off into the night.

Maneuver the car out along an unmarked road by the highway. There shouldn’t be anyone along this stretch of road until it’s too late. Delicately, I pull what’s left of the tramp out of the car. After dragging her body onto the road, gently I remove my tools of the trade. Hammer, knife, screwdriver, and a pair of scissors for fun. By the time I’m finished, there’s going to be no chance of anyone identifying the body. No one will be able to guess that this wasn’t an accident. An accident where some unsuspecting motorist will assume he’s run over a wild animal.

Little to no skill is required to beat a human senseless with a hammer. So I proceed without caution. Thin lifeless body lies across the asphalt as I pummel down with my barbaric weapon. Uncontrollable rage can pretty much take over in an instant without any warning. The real skill is knowing when to stop. Bloody hole of red spatters back at me and gasps for air. There’s no real face left and the sluggish breathing signals my cue to stop. “You really should have stopped at one tonight darling. That was my girl you messed with and no one gets away with that!”

On the story: Yes, I went there. It's moi, so of course I did. Please make a little a jump again. This is an old one that I pulled out of a journal from last August (2008). It was taken from different circumstances and a picture. I chose to tweak it a bit. For some reasons... another time another place. I'm totally thinking of a friend on the tweak who will appreciate it.

You know, I thought I was finished and well... SHOOT ME cause there's at least five more that I'm in the middle of planning. Tell me about it. I'm afraid to stop laughing about it though. Anyhow, two should be up in the next week or less... one is long awaited. Eh? Not telling. If I can continue to write at night, then maybe? Honestly, finding the time to write has been impossible and a stretch. For now the remaining October pieces will be up by the 31st. Big Kisses and ENJOY! kisses. m.