Eli didn't feel the blade go swiftly in and out. It wasn't until his hot blood started to dribble, then gush down his side, that he noticed at all. He should have known though, the look in her eyes said it all. The contempt hidden behind the gleam. Wondered(more) if her name really was Olivia. Probably not.
He slumped to his knees, saw the stiletto in her hand red to the hilt. Olivia said nothing. Didn't have to. He knew. Should have always known. From the minute she walked in the door, polished, too willing. He should have known, but he let his pride get the better of him. For the last time.
He couldn't help but think he'd been looking at the world upside-down all along. He laughed. Laughed as only the doomed can, blood bubbling on his lips.
Olivia watched, fascinated by the amount of blood collecting on the worn hardwood floor around Eli. Soon enough the rough planks would guzzle the liquid. Soon, all that would be left of him, a stain. She only hoped that one day the stain would wear off of her. (less)
I loved my sister's cat so much. Mary Jane. And she named it when she was five--I think she just thought Mary Jane seemed like a good name. Which it is. It was. Definitely a good name for a cat! Especially for Mary Jane.
(more) So I knew Mary Jane before I really understood about cats. My sister, Nadia, is three years older than me, so I was barely two when Mary Jane came into our lives. Honestly, I don't really know what our parents were thinking, adding a cat to the household at that point. I know Nadia really really wanted one, but--!
Just because a lady mom worked with, just because her cat had kittens, didn't mean mom had to bring one home. But she did. And Nadia named it Mary Jane, and it became Nadia's cat.
It really wasn't until I was in high school, college even, that I understood that cats weren't really upside down creatures. Mary Jane slept on her head, rolled around instead of walking normal, lived by her own rules.
Nadia still has Mary Jane. That cat must be... wow, nearly twenty five? I've had two of my own in that time: Frances, who an ex-girlfriend took when the relationship ended, and Mary Anne, who got hit by a car. Neither of them were upside down animals, which is what I really want. I was telling Nadia about it, and she said how Mary Jane's upside down tendencies weren't totally evident until Mary Jane was no longer a kitten. So what do I do, foster cats? Take my chances, more like. (less)
I was at the corner of fifth and Vermouth
trying to drown my sorrows,
I didn't know the little bastards could swim.
Smooth, dark wood and dancing neons.
Bottles lined up like dominos.
(more) My words have taken anchor in my throat.
the night down around me
Her words like a sword, slay the day
Dangling from the edge of the world