We Collect Hats (standard:poetry, 266 words)
Author: Wax	Added: Apr 14 2005	Views/Reads: 2850/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A man and wife, collectors of hats, having gone too far in their endeavours.

We Collect Hats 

A thousand hats Uncounted hats Hats on bloodstained racks Hats in
closets Hats on shelves Hats in stacks and stacks 

Perfumed hats And muskrat hats And ones that don't quite fit Some still
have Their price tags on “Please darling, can't we quit?” 

She said she wanted Just one more The Mac worn by the judge I held my
ground And blocked the door This time I wouldn't budge 

The threats she made Were so obscene I really had no chance My mind went
numb My knees grew weak She said, “Why don't we dance?” 

She pressed her body Next to mine And whispered in my ear “Come on baby
Have some fun” I felt familiar fear 

My voice was choked My mouth was dry My heart was upside down She bent
my arms And placed my hands Beneath her satin gown 

As usual Her flesh was bare Her fever raced through me I felt compelled
To strike her down But said, “Please, let me be” 

“Oh no,” she cooed “We can't stop now We've only just begun” She forced
my hands Between her legs And said, “What's done is done 

And as before So many times My head began to spin She led me through The
gates of hell We loved in blood and sin 

As though a witch She measured time According to her greed Unfulfilled
She brought me back An empty shell, but freed 

She smoothed the edges Of the Mac I closed my eyes in pain Our guest
that night The judge, lay dead Outside I heard the rain 


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