She has a list of diagnoses and bottles of pills, but she'll never let you see more than a smile.
A rare saturation.
Cactus spines lined with goblets
Strangers in queue.
I can help it,
Because it's mine now.
Steel toed boot
I crush it.
S L O W L Y
"Cain, you are a gift to this Earth" I say to myself.
The trees shed beauty,
Exposing brown skeletons.
I walk and crush their,
Sympathetic nervous system,
My pupils are dimes.
The brown beauty.
She's mine now.
Blurs my vision.
My rifle cold and hard.
I stroke it
Her doe black eyes see into mine.
I never waiver.
"The fuck?!" The bitch is in my head.
Cain, tilt the gun up.
My muscles betray me.
Cain, the barrel under your chin now.
Cain, your finger on the trigger now.
She speaks wordlessly.
Now come with me,
You walk among men,
With perverted joy.
The Earth is not your toy.
It is here you will fall.
My body now her puppet,
I move with her,
And lie in dirt.
I want to take her,
But she reads my soul.
I am all women
And all of those without offensive mirth.
You are not in control,
You are a slave to your lust.
Sin came to your door,
You are no Bacus.
You welcomed it in.
Like a fledgling you now lie,
In Earth forever waiting to die.
A flicker of white,
She pranced away.
Immobilized in Earth's hole,
My rifle forever pointed at my chin.
My finger forever on the trigger.
She would never be mine.
Nothing would ever be mine.
"I'm not human." Said the president.
"So your birth certificate is forged?" I asked.
"You have to pretend to be human to be accepted in this world." I emphasized as I opened my kit. "Now hold still this time, you're worse then the toddler I just saw." I said, then treated his leg wound with silver and applied a fresh coat of skin.
As I stood up I straightened my uniform and headed out the door.
"Goodnight Nurse Ruth" he said.
"Goodnight President Trump." I said.
I work. Nightmare Before Christmas scrubs, quiet hospital. Can't hear my dogs bark at children.
The door slams open with a thump, forming a dent in the cream colored wall. Laughter from wine and spirits echo from the doorway to the jacuzzi tub. Torn white frills, loose ties and frizzy hair fill the doorway, and the kempt room is slovenly invaded.
She's beautiful, when not inebriated. I understood his lust, her skin porcelain smooth, lips cherry red. She was confident, snarky, and full of hate. Male attention was a staple to her diet (which I assume was the only thing she consumed). Dainty, the wedding dress now ate her.
I had met Stephanie in Dr. Peter's office. A plastic surgeon with a glorious new building - stained glass windows patterned with historically beautiful women, a waiting room with leather recliners, and pretty secretaries appearing behind sliding etched glass.
Dr. Peters was a friend of my father and hired me as a secretary. On my first day I skipped into the office and said hello to a woman with a porcelain doll face, she didn't reply immediately, then smirked "nice headband."
I picked up the phone when it rang only to have her rip it out of my hand and slam it down on the receiver.
"I answer the phone. I talk to clients. I AM the looks." She said. "Am I making myself clear?"
"Sure" I said.
At first patients loved Stephanie, but eventually they came to adore me. I remembered their names, birthdates, allergies, and medications. I read up on procedures and medication reactions (Stephanie rolling her eyes every time I picked up a book). And I perfected an excel program for scheduling.
Dr. Peters noticed my studiousness and let me assist him during a Rhinoplasty. Eventually he sent me to nursing school, and I began working with him in the operating room at the larger hospital across the city.
I met the dreamy Theodore there. A sales rep with a charming smile. I made him laugh. He bought chocolate, and a diamond ring.
One evening Theo and I stopped at Dr. Peter's office. He commented on how beautiful Stephanie was. "Yeah" I said out loud. "On the outside" I thought to myself.
He invited her over for "family dinner." She touched his arms, and displayed her cleavage.
She manipulated him, I know she did. He was kind. But she was cunning and spiteful. Months passed and my fiancé grew weary of me. In the office Stephanie made sly comments to me about the size of his dick. I found a red thong on our bedroom floor.
He felt trapped. He told me he was in love. I cried and cried, and fell into a deep depression. I told him I wanted everything to just go away. To end it all.
Theo didn't want to look like a bad guy by rejecting me. One day he made my morning tea, which was out of character. I grew weary and went down for a nap. I never woke up.
Until today. I appeared in a honeymoon suite. "Just Married" was spelled in rose petals and a bottle of champagne had "Theodore & Stephanie January 1st 2016" printed on it. 2016???! This morning when I had my tea it was March 1st, 2015. I turned and looked in the mirror. My lack of reflection revealed the truth.
Fuck! That mother fucker killed me! He took me seriously when I said I wanted it all to go away. Thought it was the easy way out, put me out of my misery, and become the grieving fiancé, everybody wins.
I watch helplessly as Theo and Stephanie enter the room. He throws her down on the bed, ripping her wedding dress. I'm invisible to them, always have been, literally now. Pulling him in by his collar she demands "Eat my pussy!" He laughs and obliges, then unzips his pants.
Oh hell no.
I climb on top of Stephanie, and my spirit sinks into her body, I consume her actions. Finally in control of her. I use her spindly legged slutty stilettos to kick him in the stomach. She struggles to regain will. Theo looks at her puzzled, holding his stomach, then laughs and rips her stilettos off and climbs on top of her. Inebriated she goes along with it. Always the puppet. The pretty doll.
I leave Stephanie's body and sink into Theo's. I feel strength, lust. I move his body to her head and make him say "part your lips." I am the ventriloquist. She follows his orders, my orders. I thrust his dick into her mouth and plug her nose with his right hand, at first he doesn't resist, until I won't let him stop. He struggles to break free from my spirit's control, but I am the vengeful marionettist.
Stephanie thrashes, her face turns blue and right before her doll's eyes roll back in her head I make him say:
"Ann says hi."