Part 32
He handed me an IPad and said "Poet I can't bare to see anymore." Taking it from his hands I felt the weight lifting from his shoulders and landing square on mine.
"Poet I still remember the braided strands that squeezed her tits into one."
He spit this shit at me and I locked my jaw on his short comings.
The men I exercise freedom with don't collaborate on their bank robberies or salt any skeletons out to dry.
The cats I creep with are illegitimate yet they five toe their way around in silence.
Lazaro had been buried alive by the games he presumed to have mastered.
He swallowed the letters of my novel and expected me to ship them out.
He thought he could manipulate my Pulitzer masterpiece with his twisted affair.
Being a constituent of this city and surfing with the social butterflies I knew Alexa.
She was a publicist that had extended her fifteen minutes of fame from an earlier career as a swimsuit model.
Wearing her years with elegance her beauty still lustered on.
I sat there and perused the pictures. Someone had gone through a lot of trouble to tie her up not a strand was out of place.
Two Macallans floating in my head, I was getting aroused looking at these pictures.
I scrambled out of there by saying this was too much for me to digest. I didn't wait for his response and just stepped, step after step, I exited the scene.
I hadn't been home in six weeks and Anais was blowing up my phone.
The best thing about leaving to Europe was returning.
Anais was a twenty something skirt I chased.
She had her friend double park curbside so she could kiss my lips dry before I jettisoned my way across the pond.
Her green eyes wanted to be the last emeralds I saw and her lips wanted to remind me of home.
She hurried up concourse D and in my presence froze. A fist full of her blonde hair brought her lips to my well and we drowned, she waited as our last kiss surrendered us.
I had now been gone far too long. I suspected I might have been replaced.
But by now the grey in my hair knew a woman swears an oath to herself and dies at the feet of her failure.
To be continued.
