her clear blue eyes shining she
asked him very sincerely Promise me you’ll be vigilant.
her remark came out of the deep
deep bluedid she know something he didntwasnt he usually the vigilant onethe
one who protected herwhich every man ought to understand is their obligationresponsibility to protect
their partnertheir woman from harmnot sexistnot brutish humane though unfortunately while they were separate
she had been assaulted assaulted by men who somehow determined she acted she
was too good for them so they punished her for their perceived affront
he eventually caught up with tworeturning to the scene of the crime as it were she pointed them out cant beat the predictability of the human
animalthe lesser the intellect or reason the better chance they couldnt resist
the magnetic pull of seeing their offence again upclose as if shed forget their rat faces their
postures their swarmy carriage bent by the weight of some fantastic world of
their creation carried on their shoulders
stooped no confidence cowards
unfortunately he couldnt provoke
either
maybe his words were too bigtoo
evolved for their small brains
he was a good fisherman
he just couldnt jig or cajole
them to raise and take the bait
its difficult to let brutal go
cowards
if they want to beat on unsuspecting women
they were lionsthey had the advantage
but placed inside the frame of a fair fightnot really his adrenaline was
stoked so high he tasted it it was wicked
intoxicating a high he coveted
its difficult to step away from
but ultimately responsible for
his actions unless they threw the first
punch to enable his defence he wouldnt strike
first
no matter the delicious violence
that would ensue
maybe if he lost more oftenlost
more than he won he wouldnt have this heightened perception and lustit was
lust
his sexual lust and violent lust
were on par
either no matter sufficed
some people covet tattoos
he coveted scars
they werent convenient
yet their permanenceetched in his
flesh were utterly unforgettable
he was sure someone didnt forget
why they were tattooed
though he wasnt sure exactly they
could say what they paidwhat the artists name waswhat the circumstances were
that led to the violence of the needle puncturesthe coloured inks
painful over thin skinover bone
not as painful as when someone
chickened out and grabbed up something alienused something other than their fists or
knees elbows or feet and disarming them and disregarding the temptation to brutalise
them with the tool they grasped he
invariably punished them more than he initially intended only adding a singular stripe more
he didnt kill them for their
indiscretion
which isnt to say he wasnt tempted
Fifth Dimension One
Less Bell to Answer
You’ll be vigilant?
Yesbaby Ill be vigilant I promise
she smiledshe was relieved Thank you. I love you so very much.
1919, Sunday,
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1418, Monday,
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