Cup of Tea
Patching up differences with needle and thread conversations.
Passive gestures and lukewarm cups of tea.
White patio furniture glowing in the sun.
A giant umbrella protruding from the center of our table, offering accepted shade.
Nodding gentle understanding, all the while secretly fantasizing about chopping your fucking head off.
Bending your headless corpse over the patio furniture, pulling down your pants, and shoving that giant umbrella up your ass.
Forcing its dull and bulbous tip through your colon and intestines, displacing the heart and lungs.
Big chunks of misshapen meat ooze out the neck hole like unwrapped sausage links, coiling on the patio, steaming in the sun.
The umbrella finally crowns.
After that, things get much easier.
It even opens easier, lubricated with shit.
Sitting under the umbrella now, sipping tea, feeling very glad we got together on this beautiful morning.
This is very cool. The line ‘fantasizing…. ., caught me off guard – deliverd the blow so to speak.
Comment by Grace McCall — October 5, 2009 @ 11:14 pm
That’s one disturbed and disturbing narrator right there. The idea of all this going on inside a gently nodding head makes it even more grisly.
Comment by danpowell — October 7, 2009 @ 3:57 am
I freaking loved that story!!! Holy cow. Just perfect and excellent ending. Thank you!
Comment by suzie bradshaw — October 10, 2009 @ 11:51 pm