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She was at her wit's end which, unsurprisingly, was not that far from her wit's beginning. Elizabeth had not expected a murder would be so difficult to put together. She did, however, take solace in the fact that Jon was incorrect on one matter; taking a man's life is not difficult, it's the mucking about beforehand and the mess afterwards that is truly troublesome. The sunlight streamed through the window, lightly touching the clean hardwood floor. Through ill-planning, the body lay sprawled on the area rug in front of an expensive red sofa, staining the carpeting with scarlet mess. A shame, thought Elizabeth, for it was a very pretty rug.

There is a place that I call home, Where I drink and write myself this poem, But I fear I will begin to roam, And become these words which line my tome. I fear I do not have the heart, To dissect, lie-let, and tear apart, Every soul that passes by, Please tell me, Lord, where do I start? I sit at home, curl up, and type, These putrid thoughts once they are ripe, They make me sad, though when I shun, Their absence pains me even more. Is it like drink, and when abandoned, Festers in your head for years, And though the pain takes long to numb, The freedom is its own reward? Can words cause such a same reaction? Forcing your hurt

She rides the back of a great cement serpent, As the wavering sun sets on the lush and green desert. Though she knows that she is alone, Somewhere she hears a low moan. She steps from the light of the winding gray snake, And is quickly swallowed by the dead, fertile trees, And the moaning gets closer still, As she slowly starts losing her will. Her damning curiosity has almost died, But she decides to push on just a little while more, As the serpent still held tight, Lit by a hundred lamps’ light. A suffocating clearing emerged in the trees, Where a bush stands armed with sharp prickers and vines, The girl just stares with

The werewolf howls so beautifully, As you approach so dutifully, But you don’t dare look into his eyes. You wish to be but a passerby, But you feel that you may crash or die, Sometimes you just can’t take the chance. You now begin that desperate dance, Only you see how he barks and pants, As you groove to the beat of a knell. I know you bought what sells. I, too, hear the bells, How they sing, ring, and swell, I just cannot tell, How to save one from hell, Somehow you fell, Into a dead and dry dell. I try to yell, but my throat is not well. I cry and I call, But they bounce off wall, That stands up so tall, Divid

I put on my glasses, and saw, Death in every detail, I mingled with the masses, and drew, Up that opaque veil. The wrinkles seemed like scars, like in a, War wound galleria, The people all had SARS, herpes, And AIDS and gonorrhea. So I fill my glasses, and bask, In that calming blur, I stumble through the masses, my voice an, Incoherent slur. I miss my clarity, and all the, Sharpness is now gone, I wish that I could see, but I can't, Put these glasses on. Why can I not just put, These damn glasses on?

Your poisoned apple's filled with weeds, Your banquet table's traced with track lines, I can pluck it from your needs, Set your table so it's fit to dine, With cups of red wine. Your sleeping beauty's merely high, And I, your prince, am here to wake you, I'll scale your tower to the sky, Since your family forsakes you, I'm here to take you. Your clear glass slippers aren't what entrance, For I'm no beast nor brute nor dog, Come, grab my hand, and let us dance, So I may pull you up from the fog, I just pray I'm no frog.

As we walked down the street, I could just see, The way you stared at your feet. As we moved by the stores, You  closed your eyes, As if each step shook your core. And as we turned around, Your feet got tangled, And you waltzed to the ground. We sat down on a bench, You called yourself, A whore, slut and a wench. I just pulled you to me, No matter what, You'll always make me happy. You said I don't understand, There are some things, That being with you commands. I said you'll still be the same, There's nothing you, Could do to make me feel ashamed. And as I held onto thee, Under a tree, For all to see, That you and me,

The lovely princess boarded her grand chariot, I, the prince, followed close behind. We stared at each other until the horses stopped, Both of us wondering just what we might find. We entered the door to your wondrous castle, The dormouse was whistling a happy song, I went to leave, but you pulled me back, I was worried that something was wrong. I still will admit, I was scared as a boy, I realize that I wasn't very strong, But not until her gown dropped to the floor, Did I realize that her legs were so long.

Do you remember that place, That dive little bar somewhere down town? Do you remember the folks, Looking at your pretty dress, with a lustful sneer? I figured it was better than a frown. Do you remember the bartender, When you walked up and ordered a scotch on the rocks? Do you remember what he said to me, When I asked the stubby man for a pink martini? I just laughed off his mocks. Do you remember that chat, We broke all the rules for a very first date? Do you remember that taxi, Almost waiting as if summoned to carry us away? You told me you always believed in fate.

Excuse me, ma'am, I couldn't help but notice, You just gave that bum a twenty dollar bill. You know he's just going to get more booze, Those drunks never seem to get their fill. I'm sorry, was it something I said? Excuse me, ma'am, I want to apologize, Because I would have felt bad for the rest of the day, As I'm sure you can tell, I have a little bit of trouble, Thinking about what I'm going to say. I'm sorry, didn't mean to offend. Excuse me, ma'am, I realize this is rather strange, But I simply can't let you walk out into the night, I simply must make things right between us, Would you like to go out and grab a bite? . . . wa