The Horrors of the Pinstripe Parlor
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rancelandstrongOf course I like my own things.
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There's only so much one can take before hearts start flying.
Literally.
Chucked onto the floor.

The Horrors of the Pinstripe Parlor

by rancelandstrong

It was December, a cold frigid day,

When I was in the Pinstripe Parlor, just brisking away. As for my task, I hadn't a plan. All I knew was that I hated this man. He had wronged me, like so many. So I decided I've had plenty.

He was reading a simple book, Had the ribbon in the nook.

When I grabbed him by the hair and strapped him to the chair. He was facing the fire, Boy was he a crier. It almost felt a dream, Oh, he tried so hard to scream!

I shut him with a cloth, I will have done this more than oft

I pulled out the knife, ran it along his face Traced around his heart, it had been in a race. I thrust once through the ribs, and sliced all about,

Choking on his blood, I ripped his heart out.

But then I look in his eyes. Watched the light drain away , I had only one thing to say, Writhing in death he was, Struggling for freedom he was, Trying to beg for his life he was,

Tears streaming down his face, What I had to say was,....

"Good."

I looked in his eyes and watched the life ebb from his face.

Slowly, so slowly, I draped him in lace.

THEN IN WALKS HIS WIFE!OH! This startled me with strife!

What a scene it must have been to witness this unholy sin: A bloody man with lace, covering her open-chested husband's face A heart on the floor, blood reaching to the door.

A madman with a knife and a glint in his eye.

She knows he watched her husband die. I looked at her, and cracked a grin, I laugh at this entire thing. I turn and start to her. Was she scared? Oh, I'm sure!

Horror clouds her face as I increase my pace.

All she does is stand there, Still as a mast. But all I do is pass. She stirs and runs to her husband, and wails his lovely name. No one heard his last words, No one will hear hers.

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rancelandstrongBronze CommaOf course I like my own things.
a year ago
A Word of Thanks.
Thank you all for your comments and praise.

rancelandstrongBronze CommaOf course I like my own things.
a year ago
Sonnet #2
My second sonnet. as explained by the title.

rancelandstrongBronze CommaOf course I like my own things.
3 months ago
Sweet Mary O. Nette, I see the dawn approaching.
Very long, for a poem contest i never entered. The...



rancelandstrongBronze CommaOf course I like my own things.
a year agoReply
@bernardtwindwil I'm literally squealing! Thank you so much! I'm in love with the idea that other actually enjoy my work.

bernardtwindwilGold CommaGranddad & story teller, tomthepo8.com
a year agoReply
I applaud your success. This was horrifying and at the same time amusing. Excellent use of meter and rhyme again. You are now raising the bar for yourself. I think you can meet it and jump over it. You have so much talent I am in awe.

rancelandstrongBronze CommaOf course I like my own things.
a year agoReply
@bob ~o~ Hard to find ones that fit my fancy

bobBronze CommaAll hail BOB
a year agoReply
the skull and the heart picture tho whoa