Night Of The Guitarist

 The lust for vengeance has returned to her body...

She craves for the one that had robbed her, of one of her greatest desires...

Friendship...

Shrouded in darkness, she stalks her prey in silence...

Under a flickering streetlight, she reveals herself to her former friend...the woman is pregnant...

With her blood littered guitar in her hands, and her amp maxed out...

She begins her gruesome lullaby...

"Under this streetlight I have found you my friend...

And under this streetlight...your life will come to an end

Do not tremble...do not cry...

Were the words you said to me...before you said
goodbye...

When you were gone, those men beat my body...

They laughed, and taunted, and called me nobody...

I suffered so much, and cried everyday...

I tried my best to keep this demon at bay...

But, I can't hold it in, and I will make you pay..

Because, you are the one who made me this way...

I'll lacerate your throat...

I'll kill all your hope

I've always loathed your smile, you demented little witch...

So I'll give you a new one...stitch...by stitch...

I'll cut open that stomach of yours, and take your little baby...

She will grow up to be a beautiful lady...

I'll peel off your skin and set you ablaze

And in my caring arms, your child I shall raise..."

She cut the women open with the strings of her instrument...

And took the delicate child out of her fragile womb...the baby was dead...

"Do not cry little one...I'm your mommy now..."

The women screams in terror and agony...her pleas echo through the empty void of darkness...

The guitarist takes her remaining strings and hangs the women on the streetlight poll...

The women's tears of misery, glimmer in the light...

With the lifeless child in one arm...and her amp in another...

She disappears into the shadows...