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Fair Jessica


By


Bobette Bryan


© 1998 Bobette Bryan





Darkness calling
Shadows falling in the creepy anteroom,
I stood upon the basement stairs,
And pondered all the gloom

Jessica, Fair Jessica
Is buried just below.
Spewing, seeping, rotting, reeking
Into the earth so slow.



Moonlight splashing
Starlight flashing in the bleakness of the night,
I stood upon the manor porch
And remembered the desperate plight

Jessica, fair Jessica
Ever heavy on my mind.
Stabbing, clawing, choking, mauling
Of the most laborious kind.



Raindrops falling
Lightning galling in the early morning light.
I stood next to the rotted corpse
And cut her up just right.

Jessica, fair Jessica
Would fit in the trunk somehow.
Sawing, hacking, riping, slashing,
The task was utterly foul!



Sunlight blistering,
Water glistering in the brightness of the day
I hauled the trunk into the sea
And watched it float away.

Jessica, fair Jessica,
Now your home is far below.
Drifting, sinking, rocking, drinking
With the hue of an algael glow.

-The End-



 

 







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