The
Emerald Mistress
Excitement
swiftly builds with the presence of the large green lady
The strongest
member of the party heaves her from the car
You
Groping
her curves through the entrance
Now
more minuscule than ever
Violence
unfolds
~~
You
The provider
of festive joy and ‘coziness’
She
Who
must be crowned
Bodily
fluids secrete
Her
jagged pines sear through your clothing
Sweat
leaks from your temples
Slight
panic seeps in
Where
the fuck will she live?
The
lounge? The hall?
Somewhere
she’ll make the least bloody mess.
~~
The children’s
eyes widen. Euphoria
Saliva
trickles from their lips
Soaking
through their woolen jumpers
Dreaming
of the mysterious delights that very soon
May
be placed beneath her skirt
~~
Xmas
carols plonking along in the background
Dusty
tinsel tickles your ankles
Sticking
to your feet
Mince
pies toasting in the oven
Alongside
trays upon trays of sliced orange, sizzling on the grill
A
sweet, familiar scent
~~
You
Deal
with the dinner
Leave
the wife to decorate her green limbs
The
kids dress her in gold and silver
Tarting
her up
Just
the way you like them
~~
Her
pines reek of smoke
A
sour musk from the van driver
Stinking
of other men
What
a cheek
Coming
here in your house smelling like that
Cheap
slut
~~
You
With
your dirty seconds
You
Didn’t
care where she came from
As
long as you had her
~~
The
wife sprays her with a ‘pine tree’ air freshener
Denial
Now
gleaming with sparkles and lights from head to toe
Crowned
with a large white angel
She
smirks
At your
family
Winking
at you
Only
you
Her
innocence is long gone
~~
The
kids take your hand and drag you closer
To
admire her body
~~
You
can’t help liking her now, can you?
All
dressed up and fancy
Eyes
fixed on her deep green skin
Reminisce
now
Dig through
those buried childhood memories once again
Years
go by and still you cling on to this one sick recollection
~~
Tiny
and innocent you sat by her trunk
About
five or six years young
Peering
up her skirt
Blinded
by the flashing fairy lights but loving it all the same
Fallen
pines pricked your toes as you sat cross-legged on the cold wooden floor
You
squeezed. Two hands
Gripping
tightly around the incisions
Pushing
Pressure
mounting
Toes
swelling with heat
Burst
A
cold red release soothed your mind
As you
licked it up with your fragile tongue
~~
The
delicious pain
Only
to be relived each year
Every
December
Privately
Once the wife and kids are tucked up in their perfect
little beds
And have fallen fast asleep…
~
You
And your emerald
mistress
©Shay Crinkle December 2013
Illustrated by Lynn Stenson
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