Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Destruction in the Name of Love

Its pure bliss.
The excitement is in the air.
The door opens as the new smell hits my face.
The first step into a magnificent life.
The cat sleeps at the corner of the couch, unamused by any presence.
Interesting.The first sign.

From a far the lady figure appears to be cleaning the kitchen.
The closer I approach, the clearer the figure.
What eyes have deceived me?
It’s no lady, it’s a man in a pink flower nightgown.
Freak. The second sign.

The walk to my room.
Anticipation, Wonder fill the hallway.
The brown door creaks open, my eyes begin to water.
I look inside, my foot takes a first step.
I proclaim its beauty with eyes watering.
The longer I stand, the more my nose detects an odor.
Rotten eggs...backed up sewer…fried livers.
Odor causes watering eyes. The third sign.

Bang, Bang, Bang
It’s 3 a.m., no movement.
Disgruntled, Angry, Careless
“Are you there?”
No response.
“I need toilet paper.”
My head ponders the need versus the time.
“Get it your damn self”. Lazy.
Bang, Bang
It’s 5 a.m.
Pissed Off. The third sign.

I look in the bathroom mirror , the sticky note reads,
“I will NOT clean, but Jesus loves you.”

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