Antisocial

"I love what you did with that dress"
a torn black dress
"such lovely eyes"
staring into bloodied black-eye-holes

He walks to the next guest
his boss

Leaning over into empty air just above a bulky body
"What... I am not insane and I keep my job!"
"did you lose your head? No it's in the bowl of punch"
indicating to the head in a bowl of blood

He walks to the next guest
his lover

Sitting down right in front of her
staring at her ovary necklace and laughs
the laugh looming over the room
"all i wanted was kids honey"

He walks over staring
into the abyss of the hall
nothing but scattered body parts
he raises a wine glass and prepares a toast

"Thank you for coming
the bomb blew up and caught some running
I feel blessed and loved
some say I am not social
but look around in this very hall
there are people everywhere
from pesky police to bitchy bimbos
perhaps i should join the party"

He points a gun to his head
"otherwise I will be antisocial"
Bang!