Work for Idle Hands

by Nanook

in Completed Works

Work for Idle Hands

Washed my hands in
blood,
blood,
gasoline;
Despite all my scrubbing,
they wouldn’t
come
clean.
When we first met,
I was
simply
a wreck;
Clean hands;
wring the towel,
as I did
her neck.

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Mar 30th 2009
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"I dunno, Subconscious, I don't really like writing these violent poems. They make me feel kind of... Dirty." I protested, reading over what I'd just written.

"Don't be ridiculous." She abruptly replied. "It's art. No one complains about art unless your 'art' is taking a shit on a picture of the Virgin Mary. People don't like that."

I tried again: "But, it's, like, violent against women. I actively campaign against that when I can."

"Save your activism for the judge, sunshine. You're on the fuckin' internet now." She lit up a Cuban cigar and blew the smoke in my face. When I coughed, she laughed like a vulture in a nursing home. "Now, let's go find a picture of that virgin, shall we?"

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WildBlueSun Says:

Artist comments for the win.

I like this, the style's pretty different to your normal stuff. And the understated story is amaaazing. <3

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mercury yume Says:

crazy violence is totally reasonable though.

Short and punchy and chilling, well done. I would be wary of that subconscious though.

I'm sorry I haven't been reading your stuff, I'm so slack that updates have been auto deleted >:

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