7. airbrushed existence

7. airbrushed existence

A Chapter by Jordan Williams

he took a break in the spring

from the movie-making scene

and the skin shallow lackluster glamour

moochers and two-timers

rich none-can-do-finers

parading with insincere banners

abandoned his agent

covers, tabloid pages

without the slightest of manners

 

the famous caleb ty

 

two weeks he had planned

without stress or demands

undeserved rest and relaxation

warm sun april brings

libidos in full swing

beach bimbos who need that great sun

two girls fully swooned

followed him to his room

quick confident steps he had taken

 

they allowed him admittance

with waning inhibitions

lips and loins locked and lubricious

his hunger grew dark

and forced him to start

to roughhouse something so vicious

one fled the scene

one bled unclean

he always gets what he wishes

 

the famous caleb ty

 

panicking, screaming

virgin tears streaming

the survivor futilely pleaded

to drunk ignorant

party people indifferent

for help desperately needed

no one heard requests

for her friend laid to rest

virtue ravenously defeated

 

the scene just a job

to the medics and cops

numb to the brutal imagery

the jury without guilt

for the girl killed

savagely and intently

the bribes they kept

made sure they slept

as he lived every minute free

 

the famous caleb ty

 

the exquisite pity

of a funeral pretty

for the departed and deeply respected

handkerchiefs damp

amidst dim-lit lamps

the mourners forever affected

he shed not a tear

nor even appeared

a regret he left neglected

 

the teenage girl

still of this world

bereft of her deceased friend

in her heart entered

an icy fierce vigor

that fueled her thirsty revenge

she would not soon forget

the terror and torment

the bloodbath in which he binged

 

the famous caleb ty

 

she feigned introductions

and enticing seductions

he recalled her not at all

her actions nasty

in the back of the taxi

groping him down the hall

flirtatious hugging

preceded drugging

the dog being trained by the doll

 

he awoke with a start

dressed all in scars

tape muffled all words that he said

he tried to get up

but realized he was cuffed

scratched limbs strapped to the bed

a smile so sinister

above hands with scissors

whose tips shone a satisfying red

 

for the famous caleb ty



© 2016 Jordan Williams


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