WHACKED

He climbed the steps as if they weren’t there
Racing to get to the top
His heart was pounding
his rage blood red

He was just tipped-
A phone call
A strange voice telling him that he was a fool 
Images of her with him
Naked in bed,
Sneaking interludes
How many have there been

He knew something was wrong
She was always leaving
It didn’t feel right
It was slight

Contrite
It smelled of betrayal
 
 He was almost at the top step of his apartment door
What would he say
Who would he blame
Insanity rushed

But did it really matter ?


His hand quaked as he reached inside his coat
Someone had to pay for the game they played
Because he’d been played by the players
slayed by the gamers

 He listened by the door and quietly sneaked in
All was dark, except for a sliver of light
Being careful not to make a sound,
Sweat beading up on his brow
mouth dry
can’t listen to another lie
There’s nothing left to deny

When you’re cold busted

The moaning grew loud as he approached the bedroom door
Rage seething
Pain from every pore
Hands shaking
no control
Sanity lost long ago
A climax of truth

now time for the unveiling
 
 He pushed the partially opened door and poked his head through
Too involved in the heat
They didn’t notice a thing
He stepped all the way in and cleared his throat
Her sudden astonishment was almost a joke
Then more lies
as the water began flowing
 
  He put his hands over his ears
didn’t want to hear her beg
Gun near his head
Muffled pleas
Her tears made no difference

He looked to the left

his robe lay on the floor

He had worn it
Adorned it
Treasure taken
Like he owned it
Raged
Insane
Payback

Whacked

They’re dead

 
2010 ©Valentine deFrancis. All rights reserved
 
 
 
 
 

 

4 thoughts on “WHACKED

  1. wow Val…I was so captivated I had to read it twice to make sure I got the whole thing right!! lol you are such a great writer … I can’t wait to see you on the Best Sellers list cuz that’s where you will be soon! :) xoxo

    • Thank you, Diana. That is really a great thing to hear. I tried to make it intense, and if I did, then I’m happy. Thank you so much for your friendship, and support. I mean that!!!! xo

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