Monday, March 19, 2012

Lily's Friday Prediction 03/16/2012 Entry - Courting Death

Courting Death

Singing echoed through the darkened museum.  A scarlet trail; like breadcrumbs.

My heart is withered in my chest
My soul curdled sour
That’s the way I like it best
For my true love to devour.

Give me not a cherub fool
To whisper saccharine sweet
No, his face, a shadowed pool
Alabaster gaunt; I worship at his feet.

For none but him that never asks,
But with a scythe to rip
The love I willingly give.

Near the dying guard Mademoiselle Marhand sits blood-soaked hands and ancient eyed, waiting; cursed. Nevermore to touch her lover, sensing him near she weeps.

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Lily's Friday Prediction 03/09/2012 - Straight Talk

Straight Talk

“Who’s the boy, this joker?”

My father’s eyes bore into mine as he shoves the camera into my hand. I flip through the pictures relieved:  walking on the boardwalk, eating lunch, laughing. No! Holding hands and kissing in the shadows of a carousel.

My anger burns the fear away. “So your cop buddies spy for you now?”

He’s disgusted. “Think I want them seeing you like this –“

“I’m gay Dad it’s not the end of the world.”

Mouth hard; fists clenched. "Then I'll have to change your mind."

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Lily's Friday Prediction 03/02/2012 - Disbursement of Sin

Disbursement of Sin

When the smell of lavender reached him, it turned the confessional into a cage.

“Father, will you cleanse my soul.”

Her voice was a purr, threatening delicious violence.

“I had fun at a party, there were such beautiful things that I had to keep them. Wanna see?”

“Mademoiselle Marchand, will you require payment again?” His voice trembled.

Her nails scratched at the grille and she gave a light laugh.

“Oh Father, you know there’s no negotiating.”

He paled; ashamed he covered his face with the eight fingers of his hands. Whispered yes.

"Excellent." Marie smiled. "See you tonight."