From butchery to brain surgery--
Anything can become just a job.
The Succubus is stealing some guy's soul--
She's slipped into his dreams
And it's nothing but the same old thing...
She's singing "Tainted Love" in her head as she takes him from sexual zero
To three hundred and fifty in five seconds.
It's rote, she's barely there.
He goes wtf-omg-OMG like they always do.
She's thinking,
Who sang "Tainted Love" anyway?
The Sellouts?
Cell Memory?
Was it...Soft Cell! It was Soft Cell!
The guy mistakes her dreamy smile for pleasure
Just before she says, "Oh please," and snaps his neck
Like a celery stick.
She sighs--
The night is only half done.
In the morning, she will go home alone.
No one will enter her dreams.
She doesn't have dreams.
Not anymore.
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for Thursday Think Tank
Even succubi get the blues.
ReplyDeleteNot to dream, now that would be truly hell.
VIVID! All in a night's work, I guess.
ReplyDeleteA stunning piece, Shay! I love "Anything can become just a job"...even death, it would seem. Your poems always make me sit up and take notice....
ReplyDeletewhen love isn't even a memory or dream - that would suc
ReplyDeletehugs Shay
Yep, it was Soft Cell . . .
ReplyDeleteDidn't they also do "Afternoon Delight"? Oh, no? I guess I was thinking of another group...
ReplyDelete"...like a celery stick." A wonderful line, but it pales next to the first one.
Sounds like you met an old girlfriend of mine from the military days. It such a small world. Tell her "hi" from me, and that I still want my NIN t-shirt back.
ReplyDeleteum, can you get a speeding ticket for going that fast?
ReplyDeletei really dont like celery anyway...if i can eat it and expend more calories than what i am getting its not really food...
i kinda feel a bit sad for the sucubus...
"Not anymore"
ReplyDeleteAloha from Waikiki;
PS: My new blog posts are still not updating in links
but I'm posting anyway! :(
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later, back at the Succubus ranch
ReplyDelete(which is the current home of a certain Deadly sin who won't leave)
Sloth:
awww...poor baby
rough night?
wanna pop tart?
great job, Shay
this was a riot
Yikes! I loved her mental process while he was all OMG-ing......and the "oh, please!" Interesting take on the prompt, hee hee. Expect the unexpected from Shay!
ReplyDelete"Just before she says, "Oh please," and snaps his neck
ReplyDeleteLike a celery stick."
that made me laugh out loud. i don't dare read your take on a prompt before i write mine cuz i never would ~ yours are ALWAYS the BEST! and twisted. i like twisted. {smile} dani
Oh that darlin' succubus in the blue polka dot dress and red pumps. She's the ungirdled essence of every love song, rapture's rapine, done with us while we drone dreamily on. Interesting she doesn't dream anymore: why should she? She works every damn night in the Underworld. What's the opposite of a dream? OMG in a rumpled bed, begging for More .. - Brendan
ReplyDelete... Or maybe this is deam's Other: Soft Cell on ear's the half-shel, filling the night with sacchyrine pouty techno love gibberish. Nightmare as the song of a thousand drunken Spit Nights you fanged into my ears, damn you.
ReplyDelete:-) - You had me at the first line! Wonderful stuff Shay!
ReplyDeleteI thought of that song right away when I read your title, but I wasn't expecting this. :)
ReplyDeleteSo gritty FB...so gritty.
ReplyDelete"Don't touch me, please, I cannot stand the way you...snap my neck like a celery stick." Brilliant!
ReplyDeleteVery well written and presented.
ReplyDeletehttp://henryclemmonspoet.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-walls-rhyme-not.html
Honest and painful! I love the celery stick snap.. :D Well Done~
ReplyDeleteYou actually made me feel sorry for a succubus? My favorite part: "'Oh please,' and snaps his neck
ReplyDeleteLike a celery stick." Ah such power.