Thursday, June 09, 2011


My lover is the owner of a huge hotel, but it is more like a fortress, full of tracking devices and booby traps. I admire how perfectly he controls his environment, how imperviously he is defended, until it is time for me to go and then he traps me between two walls and slits the vein in my throat.

I see him come toward me with the blade in his hand, small and serated like a steak knife. I know it will hurt, and it does. My throat ticks blood.

We have a long conversation while I bleed. We laugh a lot, and sometimes I forget I am dying, but my eyes keep trying to close.

He tells me I should call a doctor.

I know. I know. I try to think how I will get up. I don't know where to find a phone.

I ask him to hold me. He does. His shoulders are broad and for a second I feel safe and warm but then he pushes me away. I don't trust you, he says. You tried to leave me. I can never love you now.

I tell him I'm sorry. I am so tired now. I ask him again to hold me.

I can't, he says. You're covered in blood.


Frank said...

I liked this. Reminds me of:

You can check out any time you like, but you can't never leave. (cue guitar solo)

PE said...

...and just in time for Father's Day!

Vibrator said...

this is so cool!

Anonymous said...

Why this fascination with self destruction, when your whole life is a testimony to the pursuit of the American Dream ?

Ultimately failure will reward you with compassion. Success doesn't. But you will get encouragement. And a second chance. And a third chance ...

Choose then.

Arizona said...

Nice imagery with the knife and the blood. I agree, just in time for Fathers day.