A Dark

Surf’s up –
He wavy –
Your fresh ain’t my fresh –
Y’all got Lil Nas X –
I grew up on Lord Finesse –
Her name was Agnes –
Nothing special about Agnes or her appearance
A bashed –
She resembled a squash –
Life is a pigeon –
That took a shit on her new Prius –
And she just got her car washed –
The epitome of average – Agnes –
Average Agnes –
The sad thing about being average – is that
Everything about being percеived as
Average is unappеaling to most people –
Agnes was no exception – she craved to be –
Looked up to from afar – like a star –
So bright the world could see –
Alas – Agnes hated the facts that that
Would never be me –
Agnes – never to exude happiness –
She perceived self-worth in correlation
W/ her social media amount of likes for
Validation –
She would never contribute to the world to be –
Unique onto herself nor instill others w/ envy –
That comes from the confidence of knowing that
She was the only one to which these qualities
She possessed –
That others would strive to find in themselves
Something they saw in her to cherish to say
“Damn, that Agnes – so fresh!!!”
Being in her presence – you could truly feel
Blessed –
The acknowledgement of being just here –
Agnes wanted to disappear –
Agnes was a joke –
A misquote, an evaporation –
A hesitation –
An occupation of wasted time and a question
Of why –
Like being on the receiving end of listening to
Rappers – regurgitating the same ole same ole
In they rhymes –
All lies – WAVE goodbye –
Why that good shit be so hard to find? But seek
And you shall find –
In the private confides of her house –
She sat comfy as a lump on her living room couch –
Doing what she always did every early
Afternoon –
She would punish herself for being Agnes –
By painfully pulling her hair out – bleed out –
The pull of her hair follicles forcibly from
Her scalp –
Was removed –
Partially to relieve –
And punish herself –
Because she couldn’t have Steve –
Every woman who ever breathed wanted Steve –
Steve Carr cavalier who - didn’t have a care –
Bob and weave Steve –
Hi-post he nosebleed –
Agnes – antics – childish
Infatuation –
Tragic – toxic – it felt like love –
Agnes was hooked on Steve – fiending for his
Affection like drugs –
All his life it seemed – that things were easy –
Handed to him on a tray – Steve was living the dream
Steve appeared well-adjusted, reliable, polite, and
To his neighbors he was kind –
Which – all – sums – up – Steve –
OR – so we believed –
A bachelor who volunteered his time to
Service the community –
Just last week, he helped out w/ the middle school
Fundraiser to recruit sponsors to donate
Funds to get new football equipment
Because he saw –
Kids as an investment in our future –
For a better world to live in –
He loved cats, all-around good guy Steve –
Too good to be believed –
All the ladies were wondering – whose soul
Do I have to sell? What did they have
To do –
To fuck a hunk of beefcake like you –
Damn, shame how Steve could be single
In this day and age –
Was he a hoarder? A mama’s boy? Or
Disappointingly, was he gay? – ladies
Lining up in droves to volunteer for his gay
Therapy conversion –
Well-proportioned slender and well-dressed –
Steve had a face ladies would kill to sit on and
Getting dug out by Steve –
Would be so dreamy and an event they would
Relive and cherish forever –
He owned the local real estate agency
House hunting is where Agnes first encountered
Him –
And no-one in town –
Had a bad thing to say about him –
So it was odd when his neighbors watched
From across the street as the police
Arrived @ Steve’s door in the early
Afternoon – on the first week of June –
Everyone was ready to clear away the cobwebs
Of a rainy Spring so it was the 1st bright
Sunny day to remember –
The door was barricaded blocked off w/ police tape
When the ambulance arrived –
To all the neighbors’ surprise –
When the lady next door, Ms. Lacy Peppard Cogwell –
Called the cops to complain –
About a funny, пweird smell coming from the
Toolshed in Steve’s backyard –
Even before reaching out to the authorities –
She tried to reach Steve –
Directly for up to a week –
Before she became too overwhelmed
By the reek –
The night before she called the police –
Ms. Cogwell thought she heard screaming for
Help in the middle of the night during the
Week –
But dismissed it as TV and went back to sleep –
But the next night – she thought she heard
The same distinct plea for help –
But thought again that it might be TV or a
Figment of her imagination but the scent
Gradually went from irritative to downright
Pungent rather quickly –
She had no idea where the scent could be
Emanating from originally –
For all she knew –
It might have been a rodent trapped that died
In a wall –
The horror that happened here –
Had everyone so appalled –
To the shock of the neighborhood –
From the house –
The police carried out the body of Steve –
W/ their camera phones out –
The neighbors stood in disbelief –
Dead and stinking it was Steve –
Who’d want to hurt somebody like Steve –
After the coroner drove away with his remains –
A young woman was being escorted out the
House by the two cops into a squad car –
Her eyes darting back and forth squinting
To turn away – from the brightness of the day –
Using her arm wrapped around a blanket
To shield the sun from her eyes
The young woman from under the blanket
Was naked and looked a fright –
Her torso matted w/ dried blood and caked
Dirt unwashed –
Gravely thin and would probably be better off –
If Steve’s cat ate her corpse –
Like a drunk surgeon –
Steve severed her tits –
And hung ‘em on his fridge like magnets –
To the dismay of no status Agnes –
Agnes – in anguish – lovelorn – she still grieved –
Over Steve –
She just didn’t want to be here anymore –
She was a sandwich in an open window screaming
“EAT ME, EAT ME!!!” unworthy to be a leftover
An inedible so unbelievably forgettable –
The thought of another day continuing
The same way underwhelming predictability
Of a routine w/o Steve – was too hard to believe –
So she followed the coroner to the morgue –
Agnes snuck into the morgue and waited –
And hid – she had to stay calm – it was hard –
She couldn’t breathe - she would finally –
Be alone – w/ Steve –
As the coroner left the room –
Agnes was faced w/ his remains –
She quickly undressed –
Soaked between her legs, she was wet –
Agnes straddled Steve’s lifeless corpse –
Transitory is flesh and blood –
True enlightenment is love –
Glands in her mouth produced saliva
In anticipation –
Agnes onto Steve leaned back and lunged –
Her mouth opened wide bearing down
W/ her incisors tearing off the flesh
Of Steve’s left cheek –
Red meat –
Excitement –
The blood pooled from her mouth as if
Seethed –
Agnes continued to feed –
No longer a memory –
Steve will live on within me –
A part of me –
This is my declaration of everlasting love –
As I consume his flesh –
Steve’s blood is my blood