Steel Bat Girl

And she told me that his eyes went dead
At first she noticed the photographs
They were coal coloured orbs that once shone
And later, his embrace lacked life
She'd bury herself into his arms looking for what once was
Holding herself tight aganist his chest pressing her ear to his heart listening for a beat
But he was the cold linoleum of the bay mannequins leering at her in consumer chaos
One night he left bed in the middle of the night
And judging by the way he walked she would never follow
When the sun rose she crept down the hallway in her bright red night gown
Only to find he had turned to stone with a photograph of an ex lover shoved tight in his closed fist
She tried and tried to pull it out but to no avail
She stood there for awhile, toes curled tight around the shag carpet.
After pouring a coffee and standing under the shower for exactly an hour
She haggled a steel bat from the neighborhood kids
The deal was she'd do a little twist and turn to satisfy their just emerged horny minds
If you looked outside at this time you'd see quite the sight
A fiery spirit in a party dress walking in a pair of doc walkers dragging a steel bat
Afterwards the neighborhood heard the sounds of smashing and crashing
So much destruction

"She must be doing some kind of renovating"
Remarked the always calculated always controlled mother of the now emerging into puberty boys

You're damn right she was renovating.

-Dev