Apricots In The Afternoons

Russian Doll

TW:MURDER

She appears beautiful and brilliant,

Appealing to everyone in the room as she walks in.

With toothy white smile with perfect pink lips,

Body covered with silk blouse and a short skirt,

She is every man's dream.

She speaks what you desire to hear,

She bewitches your mind until all your thoughts are of her.

She lures in your dreams,

Slowly chaining you in her grip.

She becomes addicting,

The less you get, the more you seem to want.

Breathing gets harder as you yearn for her,

Her warmth is all that you desire every waking moment.

She looks at you,

You wish she would not take her eyes off of you,

Similar to yours as they never leave her.

You see where she goes for walks, where she sleeps,

Where she does laundry, whom she greets.

You note it all because you care.

You love her.

You want her to be safe.

You want her to be yours.

Following her for days and weeks,

Sending her flowers on her birthdays,

You watch as she smiles thinking of it to be one of her lovers.

She loves you but does not know it yet,

How could she not love you? You are her soulmate.

Last week Jackson broke up with her,

You knew how she was pained so you sought for her revenge.

An axe, a knife and garbage bags.

He soon met his tragic end as you cut through every joint and nerve.

Burn the flesh and wash the bones.

Carve out a Russian doll.

Eight layers even a soul,

Smoothen the edges and paint it vivid,

Unlike the pale face of your late victim.

Tomorrow you ought to meet her,

Take her to your home.

Shower her with love and a Russian doll.

You know she is one of those girls,

Who weep and beg to be released,

Eventually, they learn to love as they grow cold.

You let her know you love her as you choke every breath out of her,

Her eyes roll back and you mark her neck purple and blue.

You dress her lifeless body with jewels and silk,

She is your bride and your one and only.

A true fairy tale with a happy ending.