Tuesday, July 24, 2018

The scariest man in the world.

I’m talking to you because I heard

the wind whispering in the snow
Let me tell you about the scariest man
The scariest man I know.

He wasn’t the monster under my bed.

Or the shadow by the closet door
He wasn’t the creep who felt me up
He wasn’t the corpse on the floor.

He wasn’t the stranger who stalked me

Nor the who looked deranged
He was the man who kissed me hard
And then just like that, he changed.

He put his hand behind his back

And asked me to be his wife
The glint I saw with my shining eyes
Was the glint of his butcher knife.

He became the man who stabbed me twice

Then he laid me down to die
I begged and bled hot tears of pain
But he couldn’t look me in the eye.

He dug a hole in the stained ground

By rote like he’d done this before
The last thing I saw was a pocket of sky
And then I saw no more.

I waited alone, under the dark mud

In my new home that wasn’t mine
But he spun a tale so simple
And the world moved on just fine.

Come tomorrow you’re to be his wife

It’s the same old story you see
When the music stops; he’ll bring out his knife
And bury you right beside me.

If you’re scared by now, you should be

But the dead don’t care to lie
The ground is stiff and rocky here
Grab your shovel and don’t be shy.

See I’m not scared of the scariest man

I’ve had twenty years to wait
My nails and teeth are yellowed and long
And it’s been a long time since I ate.

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