By sarah dragonfleyes@excite.com
Date: 13 January 2001
prelude to sadness: part IV
he screamed into the phone to come get their daughter.
his voice slurred with rage.
she was naked, lying in bed.
the other man, quickly pulling on his pants, trying to cover up his fading erection.
he had caught her, screwing the other man. though he had screwed so many women already that he had lost count.
his eyes bloodshot with the barbituates running through his bloodstream, screaming through his body as equally as his vocal chords.
it was the random come home early from a hard day of doing his prescription meds and get money from the wife kinda day. and she was capturing what physical gratification she could find from a man who said she had alabaster skin, and soft warm eyes.
and here they were, caught in their field of lies, with a lie to cover up between the two of them, of trying to scream away something that had been lost already.
he was holding the phone to his ear.
tightly, the pressure condensing between his ear and the receiver.
suction cupped.
he had called her parents, and told them to get their whore of a daughter out of his house.
her body, covered with a white sheet, stained with her juice and the smell of the mans sperm just freshly planted.
ripened.
steamy.
hothouse atmosphere, their screams soaked into the walls, clinging with the burst of humanity that was driven from their bodies.
she didn't love him.
he loved her body.
they had children, one of them hidden crouching in the corner, unseen.
the man had his pants on, his penis now flacid.
interwoven with his boxers and his pants, sexless.
then the sound of whimpering, subtle, quiet, barely inaudible...
as the child begins crawling out of the room
then the resounding crash of the phone, and the sound of flesh meeting flesh....
as the man's hand meets the womans face
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