Magical Truthsaying Bastard Shadesong (shadesong) wrote,
Magical Truthsaying Bastard Shadesong
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Wind Tunnel Dreams: Month of Myth

Every night my sister screams.

She wanted to sing lead,
you know,
all wistful airs
and soprano sweetness.
Not very punk rock.

But Billy let her get her way.
Like always.
I watched him watch her,
watched her flirt -
being the pretty one,
the loved one,
was never good enough for her.
She had to take whatever I had, too.

It was easy.
A call for her to help me
down in the basement,
a blow to the head.
A bonesaw.
Messy enough,
but it all washes clean.

She wanted lead,
she gets lead.
Her bones embedded in my guitar.
Her lovely golden hair, my strings.

Every night,
I stroke that hair,
pluck it,
play it;
every night my sister screams.

And the crowd
eats
it
up.








I'm in a Mood today, so here is a meaner story than yesterday's.

Wind Tunnel Dreams takes weekends off. See you Monday. Remember to leave me prompts, especially if you're sponsoring me!
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