“We’d been drinking all day, I blacked out in the afternoon. When I came around my shirt was ripped all down the side. He was standing over me yelling ‘You’ve got a face like a bag of spanners’. I lost it completely, I used to be pretty once, back before life started stamping me under it’s boot. I picked up the first thing I saw, which happened to be a fork. I stabbed him twice in the forehead, I could actually feel it bouncing off the bone. Then once in the left cheek, that’s when I stopped, my temper died instantly. There was a Pop, you could feel it as well as hear it and… Jesus, I can’t go on… it’s giving me the horrors just thinking about it. Anyway, I admit it, hands up, I’ve waived my right to a Solicitor… only please hurry up and bail me, I’ve got the DTs starting up bad now!”
Her Heroin (Written Drunk!)
Took me punching bubbles apart. And as she lay there fornicating wretchedness. I licked up lies, false promises and insecure desperation. You Cunt! I’m losing ground with every shadow you trespass. There’s a cellar and I’m smacking up forgiveness no more I could go on but…
You Dumped Me For That, Ha!
Hindsight is a wonderful thing indeed but I can’t stop applauding your fantastic decision. There are very few people who have (Unwittingly!) helped me so much. Look at you squirming bad tempered down in little old Frown Land. ‘It wasn’t supposed to turn out like this… everything’s the wrong way around?’ remorse becomes the loser, perfectly. The Universe doesn’t fall into step with your stinking narcissistic thinking, it just lets you have enough rope. The World doesn’t stop turning when you’ve calmed down and changed your fickle, blinkered mind, it just laughs in the face of your self imposed agonies. Thank you for giving me this perfect ending, I’ll treasure it forever. In my memory you will always be ‘The Queen Of Fuck All’ who took a shit inside her own soul and then chained herself to that ‘Vanilla Fucktard Of Nothing’, Bravo!
Bio: Paul Tristram is a Welsh writer who has poems, short stories, sketches and photography published in many publications around the world, he yearns to tattoo porcelain bridesmaids instead of digging empty graves for innocence at midnight; this too may pass, yet. Buy his books ‘Scribblings Of A Madman’ (Lit Fest Press) http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1943170096 ‘Poetry From The Nearest Barstool’ at http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1326241036 And a split poetry book ‘The Raven And The Vagabond Heart’ with Bethany W Pope at http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1326415204 You can also read his poems and stories here! http://paultristram.blogspot.co.uk/Bag Of Spanners