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The Visitor - 7/7

XIII

"I'm not going nowhere. Get offa my porch."
(every nerve in me flares like a torch --
I black out a while as she takes control there
when I come to we�re dragging him out BY THE HAIR
BACK TO THE W0ODS IN THE DARK OF THE TREES
I DR0P HIM AND GROWL 'GET UP ON YOUR KNEES'
HE MUMBLES 'EAT SHIT', AND PEERS UP AT ME
I HIT HIM SO HARD HE SMACKS INTO A TREE
Collette -- what are you doing -- this isn't the way
I never agreed to do murder toda --
YOU SAW WHAT I WENT THROUGH! HE NEEDS IT KNOWN
EVERY CONTUSION - EVERY BROKEN BONE
yes, but please listen - this sadist, this perv
should pay for his crimes, but he doesn't deserve
the feelings you have for him -- he never will
and the way to your closure -- it isn't to kill
GUESS WHAT HE DID WHEN HE CAVED IN MY HEAD
COULD HAVE TURNED HIMSELF IN BUT HE CHOSE INSTEAD�
REMEMBER THE PHOTO OF ME THAT HE TOOK?
HE SNUCK IT TO SCHOOL FOR THAT FUCKING YEARBOOK
I'm sorry Collette, but this can't be the end
I wanted to help you, and give you a friend
he's nearly dead now - look, there's blood everyplace
CAN'T YOU SEE HE'S LAUGHING? LOOK AT HIS FACE
I'M NOT GONNA KILL HIM, BUT THAT ISN'T WHY
NO DOUBT AT ALL � THIS PRICK NEEDS TO DIE
BUT YOU'VE BEEN MY FRIEND ALL ALONG WITHOUT FAIL
I'LL KEEP YOUR HANDS CLEAN. YOU W0N'T GO TO JAIL.
she tosses him into the hole (once her grave)
I slam backward, my body no longer a slave
while standing above him, her eyes far away
she walks away silent, transparent and gray
when I approach him there, stuck in the hole
not proud of the hatred that boils in my soul
his forehead is bleeding and cracked like an egg
he's screaming "YOU FUCKER -- YOU BROKE MY DAMN LEG!
I'LL FIND YOU, YOU BASTARD" he howls from the pit
I look back to answer, but breathe "holy shit"
up from their own graves, just bones and loose meat
a swarm of his victims, to each claim their treat

epilogue

needless to say, I took off out of there
(I think on the way I was mumbling a prayer)
headed for home, to be safe in my room
better than watching that man's ugly doom
those girls, once unburied, descended on him
tore him apart, limb by delicious limb
'til all that was left was a small pile of bones
which they pounded to dust with clubs, fists and stones
I went back the next day to see what was left
but only Collette sat there quiet, bereft
she was beautiful there, in the woods' m0rning mist
I sat down next to her, in our final tryst
"thank you for helping me," comes her small voice
"without you I would have been left with no choice
but to watch him kill over and over again
planting their bodies out here in the glen
we sat there in silence, enjoying the day
and then she was gone -- she just faded away
sometimes the dreams wake me up in a sweat
but I'm glad I got to bring peace to Collette

fin

(Thank you all for reading.)