Voices

Voices

A Poem by Paul Bell

He slit her throat, and watched as six pints of blood ruined the new floor that had taken him the best part of the day to lay
That was typical of the woman
Red was her favourite colour
This would amuse her greatly
Anything to cause him grief
She was such a messy woman
Shoes, don’t get him started on shoes
One hundred pairs
Who needs one hundred pairs of shoes
He should phone the police
They would understand
Probably be sympathetic
Surprised you never done it years ago mate
In fact, best thing to do is cut her head off
Put it on a pole
Hang it up in the street to deter other women
That’s what he would do
It worked, women were running and screaming everywhere
He watched as ten Police cars stopped off to congratulate him
You okay mate
Yes thanks lads, never been better
Just cooking Mary for lunch.

© 2018 Paul Bell


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A smashing little bit of escapism, cheers....Neville

Posted 6 Years Ago


Might be described as a gruesome scenario.
However, considering those one hundred pairs of shoes, you may have been a wee tardy in your reaction.
And despite your petty protestations, Mary did turn out to be a woman of taste.
Entertaining read!

Posted 6 Years Ago


Paul Bell

6 Years Ago

She did taste nice.
I love this! It reminds me of something I wrote a year ago or so (Six Stages of Grief?), & it felt so satisfying to paint a scene so grotesque, as a tribute to all the jerks that have pulled my chain over the years. I absolutely hate the way so many women are obsessed with all the superficial s**t required to adorn themselves & to feel pretty . . . a poem like this helps me bleed out the disgust. Thanks for giving me a nice leech job *smile* Fondly, Margie

Posted 6 Years Ago


Paul Bell

6 Years Ago

We kicking a*s, Margie. Or cutting a*s.
I remember your six stages og grief. Probably where t.. read more
One hundred pairs of shoes is the reason you contemplated this ??

Posted 6 Years Ago


Paul Bell

6 Years Ago

Charity ran off with the milkman.
Mrudula Rani

6 Years Ago

Why is that, milk man is always the culprit?
( are the milk men that good?)
Paul Bell

6 Years Ago

Milkmen are legends in Britain.
Sounds a bit like Dr. Hannibal Lecter - eh what?

Posted 6 Years Ago


Paul Bell

6 Years Ago

He must have hated shoes too.

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