Originally posted December 4th, 2007. incasink wrote a drabble and asked for more drabbles in her comments. (sorry for wrecking the Medusa myth, blame it on Blood Ties tv-series)
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I bury you in my backyard.
Hold your face and kiss your eyes.
Empty and unseeing,
the mischief’s gone today
You were a bad nasty boy darling,
you had that look and we all fell,
deep into the pretty.
The sex, the heat and sweat of summernights
and busy bodies beneath the sheets.
Curled your tongue, winked your eyes,
cocked your hips and got us beggin’
to taste, tease and please.
You had us on our knees.
No matter it was all a lie.
A flash in the pan
and we all burned.
You were the fire and we’d drink our gasoline,
with a smile on cherry lips.
But you were a curious cat.
Wandered about dressed in nothing,
God’s gift to wandering eyes,
looking for mirrors to please.
This house holds no reflections,
no mirrors to reveal true selves,
or shine you into stone.
But you had to look.
And found us you did,
window images in a dark evening,
and our faces danced across the glass.
No chance for you to run,
surprise forever etched in stone.
The sunshine’s gone and
the shadow makes your body seem colder.
Marble and sand,
dark streaks across your shoulder.
Like a vein still and dead.
You turned around baby,
you really shouldn’t have.
Now you’re buried in my backyard
because even me
can’t have statues that lifelike.
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