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The Bye and Bye
The barrel was in her face
and then a bullet in her brain.
Rewind, back to the beginning.
A phone call.
An old friend.
An hour car ride.
No, thats not how it ends, should have. Didn't.
She pulled in, he came out and the past seemed
like the future. She broke away from his embrace
he left and she drove away.
What could've been haunted her heart.
Oh well. Oh fucking well.
No gas, a little cash and an orange light blinking.
She had to stop.
Followed the signs.
Followed the lights.
Found it.
All lit up and nobody else around. Empty.
Quickly in.
Quickly out.
Quietly thinking.
Twenty in the tank and off again.
Half way home. Almost there. Almost.
Boom.
Bang.
Bad.
Her tire blew out and she hit guard rail.
No worries, she's fine.
No one.
No spare
No time to care.
She walked the freeway to the next exit.
Cut through town and took the backroads home.
She's been gone to long now.
Her feet hurt. She could see her porch light.
As she got closer she could see her husband
sitting on the porch.
Oh shit.
Oh fuck.
Oh no.
She slowed her pace. Needs a story. Needs a
good story. Believable.
He stood up.
He watched.
He waited.
She could smell his anger she knew, he knew.
Her lies would smell like shit but she was gonna
tell them anyways. It's all she had.
She got closer. He got ready.
Hearts beat.
Hearts pounded.
Hearts broke.
He grabbed her by the shirt, lifted her close and
smelled her neck. He pulled back, looked into
her brown eyes. He told her this was the
last time.
No more words. Just looks. Deep and terrifying.
She cried. He couldn't.
In that moment not even the crickets made a
sound. It was like someone hit the pause
button. Still. Very still.
Boom.
Boom.
Dead.
He watched the blood pool. Surreal.
He sat down. She twitched. He flinched and
then shot himself.
The end....
we'll kinda the mailman found them
around noon the next day,
the news traveled fast to the man from her past and wouldn't you know it he shot himself too.
The triangle continues.
and then a bullet in her brain.
Rewind, back to the beginning.
A phone call.
An old friend.
An hour car ride.
No, thats not how it ends, should have. Didn't.
She pulled in, he came out and the past seemed
like the future. She broke away from his embrace
he left and she drove away.
What could've been haunted her heart.
Oh well. Oh fucking well.
No gas, a little cash and an orange light blinking.
She had to stop.
Followed the signs.
Followed the lights.
Found it.
All lit up and nobody else around. Empty.
Quickly in.
Quickly out.
Quietly thinking.
Twenty in the tank and off again.
Half way home. Almost there. Almost.
Boom.
Bang.
Bad.
Her tire blew out and she hit guard rail.
No worries, she's fine.
No one.
No spare
No time to care.
She walked the freeway to the next exit.
Cut through town and took the backroads home.
She's been gone to long now.
Her feet hurt. She could see her porch light.
As she got closer she could see her husband
sitting on the porch.
Oh shit.
Oh fuck.
Oh no.
She slowed her pace. Needs a story. Needs a
good story. Believable.
He stood up.
He watched.
He waited.
She could smell his anger she knew, he knew.
Her lies would smell like shit but she was gonna
tell them anyways. It's all she had.
She got closer. He got ready.
Hearts beat.
Hearts pounded.
Hearts broke.
He grabbed her by the shirt, lifted her close and
smelled her neck. He pulled back, looked into
her brown eyes. He told her this was the
last time.
No more words. Just looks. Deep and terrifying.
She cried. He couldn't.
In that moment not even the crickets made a
sound. It was like someone hit the pause
button. Still. Very still.
Boom.
Boom.
Dead.
He watched the blood pool. Surreal.
He sat down. She twitched. He flinched and
then shot himself.
The end....
we'll kinda the mailman found them
around noon the next day,
the news traveled fast to the man from her past and wouldn't you know it he shot himself too.
The triangle continues.
Published 4th Apr 2023
Author's Note
My photo.
Rough draft probably a ton of mistakes and kinda long.
Rough draft probably a ton of mistakes and kinda long.
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4th Apr 2023 5:38pm
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4th Apr 2023 11:57pm
I think this is the longest poem I've ever read of yours. I like the stop and go style (I made that up) you use. The story itself is quite sad. A friend of mine lost her sister this way a few weeks ago. The world is crazy.
I love the photo. I had to look twice because I thought at first glance it was a painting.
I love the photo. I had to look twice because I thought at first glance it was a painting.
5th Apr 2023 00:25am
So sorry. Big hugs.
The photo was taken on a rainy night through my windshield at a red light.
The photo was taken on a rainy night through my windshield at a red light.
5th Apr 2023 1:52am
The visual cues are exceptional ... It read like a movie ... Great pic as always ... Bless and love ...
5th Apr 2023 12:58pm
Dear N,
Still sorting out the RL thing but huge RL! The story line is so reflective for me in feeling like my brain and blood are rushing and decisions are made at a snap. I really loved the style of this write. H🌷
Still sorting out the RL thing but huge RL! The story line is so reflective for me in feeling like my brain and blood are rushing and decisions are made at a snap. I really loved the style of this write. H🌷
Really interesting use of staccato lines to bring across a sense of turmoil and finality.
8th Apr 2023 6:08pm
Some the rougher the better. Gets the point across.
Well done.
hugs,
buddhakitty.
Well done.
hugs,
buddhakitty.
It’s the “what could’ve beens” that drive people to do out of the ordinary things.
Solid write
Solid write
