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Volkswagen's red floor

Updated on July 3, 2013
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Twisting, the corkscrew turns

churns

into the stoppers red core

while I politely listen

to the small talk chatter

from the pretty woman

lounging on my couch.

So sensually dressed

and very well spoken

but to me just a college dorm whore.

She endeavors to impress me

with her knowledge of

my bookcase collection

all the while expertly

positioning herself

in tiny red skirt

to impress me even more

so feigning attraction

I smile and raise an eyebrow

making her believe she has me

under her spell

while over her shoulder

I sneak a glance

at the closed red door

behind which lay my sacred sanctuary.

No photographs, art

sculptures, shelves or furnishing.

Taped sheet plastic the only décor

so that cream colored walls

and ivory shag carpet

cannot be marred, cannot be blemished

can leave no trace

of staining red gore.

The cork popped

and the bloody aroma

of sweet red wine

wafted up to arouse me.

Retrieving two glasses

clinking together like the sound

of her voice echoing

off my grinding white smile

she cannot perceive

the lions roar.

Coyly on she rambles

small talk, killing time

killing

“And what was your last name, Ted?”

“Bundy,” I answered while tilting the bottle

and like blood from the artery

did red pour.

Sitting close by her

we drank and grew warmer

talking of art, literature, love

and a graduation this summer.

Getting late, the clock struck three

her eyes became glassy

and her cheeks turned red

I wondered, should I kill her now

or wait until four?

Finally we embrace, begin with a kiss

and then like a Romeo

with no desire to follow my Juliet

I caress her neck before squeezing

and saying goodnight

I kiss her breathless red lips

but ever the gentleman I am

I give her a ride home

in plastic bags

in my Volkswagens

stained red floor.


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      Shannon 17 months ago from Texas

      Thanks! I've thought about reading one of your books, but I'm not so much into thrillers as I used to be when I was younger, though I love a good mystery. Reading a thriller is worse than watching one. LOL It's all there in my mind because I make the pictures. That said, your book does sound intriguing.

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      Wayne Barrett 17 months ago from Clearwater Florida

      Thanks again Shannon. You really are sparking that temptation to do some more writing on HP.

      A note about this piece: there is a portion of this poem leading one of the short stories in my book Feather and Bone. The story is Scarlet Tattoo.

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      Shannon 17 months ago from Texas

      I see now that you can most definitely write a thriller! Not what I expected and then you throw out a name and wow!

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      Wayne Barrett 3 years ago from Clearwater Florida

      Thanks for the visit, Vincent. That monster did indeed receive his death. And like you said, there are many of them out there waiting to strike. One of the lines in the poem which hit me when it came to me was, she cannot hear the lion roar. Even as I wrote this, it chilled me realizing how easily some of these monsters put up a nice front while all the while, behind the white teeth of that smile lays a set of fangs ready to devour the innocent.

      It's ashamed that it has to be that way, but it is always necessary to be vigilant...not paranoid...but savvy!

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      Wayne Barrett 3 years ago from Clearwater Florida

      Thank you Nikki. It was a strange project, because I tried to put myself in the mind of the character as I wrote. I can only imagine trying to write an entire novel with that in mind.

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      Vincent Moore 3 years ago

      To think that this monster was a military lawyer? Rippers fly all different colors, the signals are never the same, yet the pattern is. They simply want to kill, their thirst is never quenched, one after another they will strike. The only way is to kill this mad dog and not with kindness, but with death to them forevermore.

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      Nikkij504gurl 3 years ago from Louisiana

      Damn! Full on macabre with this one. I was thinking Dexter at first, and then you said Ted Bundy. Gripping poem, full of death and blood. Dark and menacing.

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      Nellieanna Hay 4 years ago from TEXAS

      Whew! I feel so much better! I'm a sucker for hugs and we used to have an '87 F150 for the ranch. Now, there's a vehicle a gal can trust!

      However, my first car ever when I learned to drive (at age 40) was a '72 VW bug I named LadyBug. She wouldn't hurt a fly. But, then, it's not the vehicle anyway, is it? It's that guy Ted! (shudder)

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      Wayne Barrett 4 years ago from Clearwater Florida

      I figured this was the one you were referring to. Well, here; let me reach over and give you a big comforting hug!!!

      And don't worry; I drive a Ford F150 : )

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      Nellieanna Hay 4 years ago from TEXAS

      I sit here trembling! Doesn't that demonstate that your piece is gruesomely effective? . . . shudder. . . .

      :-)

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      Wayne Barrett 4 years ago from Clearwater Florida

      Thanks for the feedback Deb.

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      Deb Hirt 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Ah, and so Ted carried on, BUT if memory serves me, he never snuffed out anyone at his own place, did he? We will never know now...Chillingly impudent, as most of his ilk are. Perhaps Mrs. Rule could lend a clue...

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      Wayne Barrett 4 years ago from Clearwater Florida

      Audrey, It's a pleasure to see you...even under these scary conditions. :)

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      Audrey Howitt 4 years ago from California

      Yikes! Well this has a sensual quality to the underlying violence--scary--and effective

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      Wayne Barrett 4 years ago from Clearwater Florida

      Thank you Kim. I'm glad you could appreciate it.

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      Wayne Barrett 4 years ago from Clearwater Florida

      Hi Rasma. No, not a tribute by any means. Just putting myself in the mind of the character the same way you would do in a novel, e.g. Crime and Punishment, Lolita, etc.

      My personal feelings; he was a monster that we are better off without.

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      Wayne Barrett 4 years ago from Clearwater Florida

      Thank you Tony. You got it! And that tells me something about you.

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      ocfireflies 4 years ago from North Carolina

      Wayne,

      OMG! This is totally AWESOME! Strong write is an understatement.

      VOTED UP AND SHARING!

      Best Always,

      Kim

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Now why in the world would you want to do that? Is this a tribute to Ted Bundy? Now that was one scary dude. Real chilling read here.

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      Tony DeLorger 4 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia

      Hi Wayne. One of the things I like best about being a novelist, is the exploration of your character's mind, and learning without judgement, to become that character and write legitimately. Enjoy the journey.

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      Wayne Barrett 4 years ago from Clearwater Florida

      Thank's Faith. That's what I was really trying to portray; the perspective of the predator.

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      Wayne Barrett 4 years ago from Clearwater Florida

      Thank you Sha. I guess this isn't a run of the mill fourth of July piece! : )

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      Faith Reaper 4 years ago from southern USA

      Wow, Wayne, you got into the mind of a serial killer alright there with this chilling write here!

      Outside appearances are so deceiving as to the true state of one's mind.

      Blessings, Faith Reaper

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      Shauna L Bowling 4 years ago from Central Florida

      Holy Mackerel! When reading the title I had no idea it would come to this. What a masterful weaving of words, Wayne!

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      Wayne Barrett 4 years ago from Clearwater Florida

      Thanks for the visit, zaton.

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      bizarrett81 4 years ago from Maine

      Geez, I just commented on what I thought was your most recent, and suddenly this pops up!

      Very film noir, creepy and dark.. voted up and sharing!

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      Zaton-Taran 4 years ago from California

      ted bundy