The Prophet Obblonge - Grapes Are Unpeeled Halloween Eyes

Rosa dabs at leftover greasepaint clinging still to her neck
Smaller, somehow more fun size candy bars visible
In the mirror underneath her efforts
James Avery charms jingling at her wrist

Plastic sparkle encased communicator vibrates off the edge of the foyer table
Finally landing face down on the tile
Ughhh What

Retrieving the oblong device from the floor
And tossing the tequila tainted black blouse without thinking
Steps carry her towards the kitchen
Cilantro chops finely with the ceramic bladed knife
Leftover from a roommate past

Phone complains its being ignored
A singular shadow slides closer along the hanging cookwares
Using the handle Rosa digs at the spot directly under
The hook clasp of the lacy black bra

Finally conceding she indeed needs a steamy shower
It joins the sheer blouse somewhere on the flooring squares
Impatience emanates from a tiny speaker on the counter by the sink
Drippings from an onion finely bubbling
Between the plastic and countertop

Sighing in relief, letting loose vowels
Her fingers wipe moisture from underneath her bosom
Minute bits of dark green leaf remaining in its stead

Movement
Menace
Alarm
Blurring adrenaline
Deep tissue grinding penetration

Hot fluid, burning almost, spurts urgently and wetly
Covering her right nipple and areolae
The knife does not drop
Embedded in its hastily chosen target
Joaquin

A sticky rivulet traces its way through the ultrafine hairs of Rosa's abdomen
Iron and oxygen rich
Its outrageous primary color contrasts sexy

Written by:
Michael Mackenzie

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