Passion's Invocation

Uneasy Over

He had been a fair weather friend at best, and his weather had been much fairer than hers. He didn’t want to be with her no matter how she had hoped and hurt.

He had been her choice regardless of his shortcomings. That was how she loved, inherently, instinctively, overlooking human weaknesses. Nothing mattered next to the one she held in her heart.

She had been available and alone too long. He’d only noticed when it was convenient for him. Now that he had no other options, he had decided to be her company.

Maybe she didn’t have much, and maybe she never would, but she had gotten out with what little was left of her pride and self-esteem still intact.

He hadn’t given a damn if she’d needed him. She had suffered the worst alone. She had given her all to be there for him. She knew that the time was now and that a moment later would be too late.

She tied on her running shoes with double knotted bows. Where she ran screaming to, nobody knows.

She had no one and nothing to run to, but she arrived there alone again. She felt empty, battered, sad and used, but knew it was the right thing to do. She had to save herself now.

That was all she needed to be, along with being temporarily free. It was hard and it hurt like hell, but it was action based on facts. To her It was typical, another uneasy over and another hard beginning.

by Wildfire8470

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Dangerous Women, Passion's Invocation

Declaration Divine

declaration-divine

Gonna get all up onto my high heels

and haul ass out of here

gonna have to fight like a holy hellion

like I never fought for anything

like I never fought before.

 

Gonna slip on out of my warm bed

and paint my black jeans on

gonna be wearing a hat that matches

like I just got a sign

this is my declaration divine.

 

Gonna get all up onto my high heels

and haul ass out of here

gonna have to be my own super woman

for all of my sisters who can’t fight

like I have a godforsaken right.

 

Gonna get all up in my own existence

and then I’ll get up in yours

gonna fight like a holy hellion

like I never knew I could before

I’m no longer keeping score.

 

Gonna get all up onto my high heels

and paint my black jeans on

gonna be wearing a hat that matches

because this is my declaration divine

and I have a godforsaken right.

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10/16/2016:  In dedication to a personal declaration and end of abuse:  No more divided alliances or allegiances in my home or at my back. If you’re not part of the solution, you’re part of the abuse.

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Reckless Rita and Feckless Fred

Reckless Rita and Feckless Fred


Feckless Fred

 

Dear Diary,   12/8/2015

 

I’m sitting here next to feckless Fred, except now he’s dead, and I’m about half seas-over working on my sixth pint of Conqueror Black. I found a crate in the back of his truck!

 

That’s the last picture I took of him, right before Thanksgiving dinner at the community club. Well it’s half the picture. Old feckless was getting an early start. Nothing new about that, but tonight is the first time he really hurt me.

 

I downloaded the pictures, cut off his head, and pasted it onto a silver platter surrounded by bloodied mashed potatoes. You’ve got to love Photoshop! I stuck it on an e-card and wrote, “It’s what’s for Dinner – Happy Feckless Turkey Day”!

 

Well, it made Olivia laugh and I got to vent. What Fred didn’t know never hurt him…until now. (Snicker!)

 

Okay, so murder is wrong and way out of my comfort zone, but it was really self-defense, so I know you will forgive me when I explain why. 

 

Only you and Olivia know that the things I said weren’t premeditated. You know, stuff like, “If he comes home stinking drunk again I’ll do something drastic”! I never really meant it. I was just blowing off steam.

 

I was pissed and spouting off recklessly like I do. You know stuff you say in anger like, “I’ll spike his drink with Drano” and “If he lays a single hand on me, I’ll go Unabomber on his worthless ass”.

 

Tonight he busted through the locked bedroom door. Old feckless blackened my eye and split my lip. He tried to bludgeon me with the marble lamp and I snapped! It was like getting struck by lightning. Zap! Then everything after is a moment of newfound clarity.

 

I suppose, by now, I knew I’d kill the bastard someday. I just didn’t know it would be today. 

 

Knowing his nightly routine, I waited to hear him turn the faucets and fill the bathtub. I heard the water splash in protest as he lowered his fat ass into it. (Talk about the size of Amarillo!) 

 

Tonight, I stopped threatening and issuing impotent warnings. Feckless knew it was just hot air. He knew I was just blowing smoke so tonight, I made good on them.

 

No one can say I didn’t warn him, but this time, Feckless went way over the top and he pushed me to my ultimate limit. It was time to put up or shut up!

 

Olivia knew it. She told me, “If you forgive him, he thinks he can beat you all the time and get forgiven all the time. All that teaches old feckless is that he’s right”. 

 

He thinks he can abuse me and get off with a few crocodile tears and well-rehearsed words. I showed him.

 

Geeze, she sure was right. She spoke with the voice of personal knowledge, warning me, “One day you’ll make a decision or he’ll force you to, if he doesn’t kill you first”. 

 

She offered to let me stay over when he really had a snoot-full. Until tonight I was damn near living there but just like she said, feckless Fred forced me to choose. 

 

It was his life or mine so I did the first thing that came to mind, though I did fantasize about it since the day after I married the son of a bitch.

 

I went to the tool shed to fetch a long extension cord and plugged it into the wall outside the bathroom. Then I got the toaster and plugged it into the other end. Silently, I cracked the door open.

 

Fred got up when he saw me enter. Before he could make a move, I lobbed the toaster, high and hard, and yelled, “Hey Fred, go deep”!

 

You should have seen his face when I pitched the toaster into the tub. Oh my goodness gracious! It was so much better than I’d imagined a million times! It was absolutely priceless! 

 

Well, what now? I have to call Olivia straight away; maybe she’ll know what to do with fried feckless.

 

RR

 

 

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Hooked

Jenner

 

Jenner checked her reflection and ran to wait behind the curtain. Looking down at the triangles of cloth that barely covered her secrets, she tried to slow her breathing.

 

No one would recognize me in this wig and makeup, she consoled herself and summoned all her courage.

Suddenly the music stopped and loud speakers blasted her cue into the drunken crowd,

 

“Announcing a little lady who’s going to make you feel Jennerrrific!

 

She bolted onto the stage, surprising her new coworkers, and immediately locked eyes with the first man she saw. He was a troll but he would do.

 

The girls said it would work, she told herself.

 

With a forced smile, Jenner swayed and gyrated to a tune she barely knew. She lowered her eyelids and let herself feel it; the pounding and pulsating sensuality began to sink in. It felt as if someone else had taken her over.

 

She pulled a knot from her hair letting the wavy length fall down her slender back. The men howled, hooted and catcalled. She knew she had them hooked and relaxed into music that enveloped her nervousness. It was heady and powerful tonic and her fears that fell away.

 

Slowly she peeled off the triangles to bare her voluptuous breasts, worked her dance movements toward the man and dipped low before him. Jenner felt primal and surprisingly brazen.

 

With full bosoms dangling before him, she gripped his lapels, pulled him from his stool and kissed him hotly, then shoved him back down, and finished the song with one leg wrapped strategically around the pole center stage.

 

Bills flew onto the stage from everywhere. She was a success. Jenner collected the bills and turned to exit the stage. Smiling genuinely, she thought, I expected to hook them and now I’m hooked!

 
 
 

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