She showed up at one of my parties.
A shimmering mist,
purple poised upon her smooth,
snow white frame.
In deep low whispers she spoke.
It made everyone hush to hear
Tense, tense, tense,
my instincts froze.
Her aroma cast,
alluring you to inhale.
Soft and flowing,
thin dizzy air, genuinely hypnotic.
An entourage clung like psychics,
An entourage clung like psychics,
to her every need.
One of her scaly thin companions,
looked me upndown.
Whispered mockingly,
in her ear,
I could have swore he said,
"Look…my love…fresh meat."
"Look…my love…fresh meat."
No way, could this be happening to me.
My trembling eyes,
look for boyfriend Chad .
Chugging and laughing,
with his boys in the kitchen.
Such a merry sight!
I told myself, “relax”
and thought, what the hell,
who invited them here anyways?
I’m going to go find out!
“Did you invite her?”
“Who?" Best bud Marie
“Who?" Best bud Marie
looked side to side.
“I pointed again,
“I pointed again,
HER and ALL of them”
“Oh them, interesting isn’t she,
look at her men,
bound, as if,
in a trance or spell.
She’s probably,
one of Billy’s creepy friends,
you know how he collects,
truly “weird ones.”
“I’m glad you brought up Billy,
he really worries me.
He’s been looking like death lately,
He’s been looking like death lately,
and damn so very edgy.
"Do you know what’s going on with him?”
“Billy? Who knows that guy,
is all over the place lately,
I can’t read him at all,”
sighing in disgust.
I could feel my stomach race,
hear my senses scream,
my thoughts move faster,
than I could keep pace.
“Get her out of here, Get her out of here, right now!”
A strange hiss,
fills the room.
Standing right in front of me,
Standing right in front of me,
eye to eye,
is Lady Death.
Hidden was her sensuous aroma,
only piercing stench,
stands before me now.
Peering into my hate filled eyes,
she reaches for the door,
and just like that with all her rats,
disappears.
On the floor, was Billy…..
zoned out on god knows what,
writhing for the door.
Desperately sobbing,
don’t go….don’t go....
That was it! I had enough!
Chad, Marie & I stood guard,
over Billy for one full week.
We locked him in the downstairs bedroom,
We locked him in the downstairs bedroom,
each one of us took shifts.
He wept, he begged,
he clawed wounds upon his face.
His legs would run in place,
howling for relief.
I used compress,
to try and soothe the pain.
Pleading and pleading,
constantly pleading.
Then the endless vomitting began,
he swore,
we were freezing him to death,
and just as suddenly,
he would demand ice.
Accusing us all the while,
that we were burning him alive.
It went on like this
four long days and nights!
We felt like we terrorists
in an unholy war.
It was on the fourth day,
he was able to stomach chicken broth.
Finally, exhaustedly,
he slept,
all through the night.
I know
who
I
saw
that party night.
It was
truly Lady Death
so carefully disguised.
Street and nick names
are her beat,
Meth, Crack, Heroin, Speedball.
After What I saw
and
felt this week?
She’s just plain "shit" to me.
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