A Proper Valentine’s Day
February 14th, 2011A Proper Valentine’s Day
By Karen Maeby (McCormick) Bates
She stands there –
a cigarette in her hand, lipstick in another
as she prepares for another day.
She looks into the mirror and squishes her lips together.
She hums a ghostly tune, as she widens her black eyes.
She’s preparing… for a proper Valentine’s Day.
One that she has never had before.
He’s a skeleton –
that uses his specially-made key.
The key is… figuring out how to get to her.
He thinks. Then, he realizes. Then, he does.
He stops his old, white mustang by the corner
where she works.
She’s a hooker and she’s always looking for work.
He rolls down the window; says, ‘Hey baby, give me your eyes on this day,
give me your finger, I’ll make your love linger…”
There’s incense in the air
a smell of whiskey and smoke
and when she jumps in his car – he started smoking toke.
“Where are you taking me?” The hooker asks.
“Home. I’m taking you home.” The skeleton says, as he hands her a card, and then drives away
from her corner. She opens it. Very vulgar. It states heartbreak and death. Odd.
Arriving at home, before they get out of the car,
he takes his boney hand and slips a pretty black onyx ring on her finger.
“Be mine, always?” He looks at her with his forever-lost eyes.
She doesn’t say anything, just nods, and they get out of the car.
He leads her to the room he has specially prepared for her.
“A bubble bath for two?” She asks. “No, a bubble bath for one.” He replies, nonchalantly.
He hands her some chocolates. She opens the box.
She doesn’t hesitate as she grabs one and eats one.
“Cherry. How did you know cherry was my favorite?” She pauses to say, then takes another bite.
She soon passes out; she and the box fall to the floor.
The skeleton picks her up,
and softly puts her in the bathtub full of bubbles.
He sits the wilted flowers on the edge of the tub, scattering a few all over.
Sleep well, my darling.. And now, you’ll truly always be mine…
Happy Valentine’s Day!
COLD AIR
all over her body, she woke up. To find herself in a graveyard.
She rubs her black eyes, trying to come to – to make sense of what was happening.
She was actually dead.
And, she was looking down – from above – at her body.
This is what happens… when you only love on Valentine’s Day.
This is what happens… when you only show it on Valentine’s Day.
False love, all lies; the specialty of this day?
No, it really makes you die. You don’t want your life to end this way?
Well?
Do you?
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