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- Herausgeber: BookRix
- Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
- Sprache: Englisch
She wasn’t born a killer, she was just an ordinary girl planning to go on holiday with her boyfriend who had paid and organised a welcome break from the monotonous routine of life, only that she had also planned to kick her boyfriend out of her life as soon as they returned home. What could possible go wrong ?
It took just one little decision to transform our cute little teenager into a bloody notorious serial killer, even she did not understand where the transformation started and who was the catalyst to aid her makeover.
In this collection of nineteen poems and ten thousand words this prolific poet drags you down one teenage girls road to hell, while most ladies grow up on a slowly rising curve our deadly assassin finds herself dropped in the deep end and this here story is about her survival and how she manages to overcome all her deadly situations, she questions herself constantly, is she cursed , is she perverse, did she do something so bad that it ruptured the fabric of reality ?
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022
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My Baby Faced Assassin
This is dedicated to all the people I once loved, all the people I should have loved and most of all the people that it was forbidden to love.BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 MunichPiercing.
Another hot evening
Sweltering at work
Waiting the tables
Surrounded by jerks
Lots too clean
Lots to do
That’s when you notice
His eyes on you
You choose to ignore because
The boss is a little raw
Must have not slept much
His ego bruised and sore
More families arrive
Wanting spritz or sprite
You’ve got to be careful
To write those down right
Bloody pigeons attack the tables
The uneaten nuts a feast
Another glass falls to the floor
A danger to all the nude feet
Drinks are ready
The snacks are not
The sun blinds you
It’s too bloody hot.
The Englishman at the bar
Wants another beer
Shit he drinks too much
Why does he come here
You try to be nice
Flash a quick false smile
That’s when you notice
Your boyfriends eyes on you
Piercing and burning
Into the back of your head
The stare the anger
Does he want the Englishman dead
How can he be jealous
Of an old dinosaur like him
You are eighteen after all
Not fifty like him
Your co-workers are crazy
And a little spaced out
Always too slow at work
And no balls no doubt
Tiny tips from old aged pensioners
Who only come here to ogle
Fifty cents for a little show
Enough shit to make your blood boil
The notepad is missing
And the pen has ran out
The grill house is calling
Get the aperitifs out
Running around like a headless chicken
No time to see if your boyfriend is alright
You know he’s a little bit possessive
But you don’t need his shit tonight
Another beer for the Englishman
You wish he would fuck off home
It’s not your problem he’s an alcoholic
He’s out of his comfort zone
That’s when you feel your boyfriends
Ever piercing stare
If he stared any harder
He would disintegrate your hair
Piercing and burning
Into the back of your head
The stare the anger
You hope he wants the Englishman dead
Leaning against the bar
For hours on end
A dark shadow of hopelessness
That drives you around the bend
Fuck you have burnt the sandwiches
No longer toast but annihilated
The sink full of endless dirty glasses
The boss is watching the football match
Just when things start to get busy
You find yourself in the kiosk alone
Everybody has an excuse to do nothing
Posting a new update on their phone
So you get nervous and you look sweet
But you don’t get yourself too uptight
Bottles of water for the kiddies
It’s definitely going to be a long night
Five second breather
Clean your glasses again
Check the beer of the Englishman
Tonight he’s not being a pain
Look over to your boyfriend
Your eyes interlock
What is he actually thinking
Would it come as a shock
Do you love him and his stare
Piercing so deep into you
What would his reaction be
When you tell him that you are through.
Holiday.
Everyone needs to get away
Take a break, a holiday
To relax to breathe
To meditate in self belief
Far from bosses and work
And old aged jerks
On a beach with a drink
Nowhere near a bloody sink
No tables to wait on tonight
No running or fussing or fretting
Nobody to get on your nerves
No one to do your head in
You have a plan
For your man
But he won’t like
What you are going to say
But that is not for now
That is for after the holiday.
You have been called callous for being here
On holiday with him without the cheer
He’s paying for everything you need
The hotel the drink and weed
You are going to relax as much as you can
Hope he drinks too much and sleeps
Trying not to succumb to his demands
You just have to get through the week
Paranoia wasn’t on the menu
It definitely wasn’t in your plan
You thought he would be invisible
How well do you know your man?
You thought he would not be around
And never by your side
Unfortunately he was always next to you
I love you, she lied
He was no fool
He know the rules
The eye contact wasn’t there
He knew what she was thinking
Long before the drinking
She hid behind her hair
He let it go not to make a scene
It was so hard dating a teen
With emotions raw
And wisdom teeth
He didn’t want a petty argument
None of the insults for fun
He gritted his teeth until shower time
Then the damage was done
He shouted bitch
She expected whore
The rattle was out of the pram
As he slammed the door
This is our holiday
Our moment in the sun
So why did you come here
Without your suitcase of fun
It was all coming out
The frustration had mounted for weeks
His eyes were cartoonish
She just got red in the cheeks
So you like older men now huh?
