My Love is Electric

[altereggo]

I have read some others work here, but what I know about poetry you could put in a hat, a small hat that's very porous. This one was for a writing prompt for a bad Valentine's day.

'My Love is Electric' by Pete Carter



My room is a bland one. The bed, a small bookshelf and the toilet are my only amenities. I do have a small window that lets in the filtered light from outside. The only way I can tell when it’s light or dark is from the glow of the opaque milk glass.

I like to read to pass the time, but the light bulb in my room flashes on and off. Sometimes the memories come streaming back. I’m not sure if they are all real or just crap I dreamed up. The light bulb in my room flashes on and off.

I remember the night of the accident, the car going over the guardrail. I see the car hit the pavement and squash like some construct of play-doh. I walk close to the car and see her face stretched out on the windshield like in a fun house mirror. The bits of broken glass mixed in with matted hair, blood and ravaged flesh that press against the windshield and leak out from the cracks. She was a caricature of my wife drawn hastily by drunken bum.

The drops of blood drip through the spidery cracks and then down to the asphalt , creating a red shine to the rocks that live within it.

I walk to the calendar and check off the day, February 14.

“ They ready Melton,” the guard says as he opens the cell door.

He enters with two other guards and they shackle my hands and feet tightly and then escort me down the hall.

I remember the trial, where they said it was me that did it. Where they said I cut the brake line and then watched her die. I don’t remember any of that.

At the end of the hall is the chair. They strap my in and put a wet sponge on my head before lowering the tin bucket meant to fry my brain. All the time this is going on, a priest is muttering some special recitation to gain my soul heavenly passage.

“Any last words,” says the warden.

I look up at the ceiling hoping to see her,

“ I love you honey, Happy Valentines day.”

And they pull the black mask over my head.

[911]

I liked it. Very interesting.

Did you write it?

Are you a Hitchcock fan? It seems like something he would do.

[Wolverine]

that is dark and Kick ass!!

[altereggo]

911 wrote: I liked it. Very interesting.

Did you write it?

Are you a Hitchcock fan? It seems like something he would do.


I do like Hitchcock, but it was the first avatar that grabbed me.

I did write it. Many Mags and e-zines offer prompts for you to write a story

for.

Thanks for reading Wolverine

[Snickz]

Good to see your still up to and above form there Egg's....



Man have I been slack...





Once again superb writing, I'm always a fan...

[altereggo]

Never too late Snicks.

I owe a lot to you (and the rest of the crew)for making me realize how much I like writing.

Thanks for reading

[ARgi]

when i was reading it i didn't know what was going on until the last section...but i liked it a lot. you see the world from a different angle.

[altereggo]

Thats why I love prompts so much.

It lets you take someones idea and turn it on its head.

There was one a month or two ago that was suppose to integrate the idea of

Japanease Iron Chief and an unusual cooking item into it.

You should have seen what I did to that poor bastard.

[ARgi]

who doesn't love the iron chef?





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