Friday, January 9, 2009

My skates hit the ice

It was my first time

She said I should try it

She?

My new love

We’ve been together for three days

It’s been a whirlwind of passion and romance

We’ve ridden the whole roller coaster of love in 3 days

She sultry, she’s dangerous, she as crazy as a hungry sea otter at a wedding

One minute we’re giggling and running naked thru the meat packing plant

The next she’s screaming and beating me around the neck and head with a belt

I somehow loved it all

She wanted me to try skating

She wanted to watch me

I was a little nervous and my skates were a little loose

I was unsteady and I fell

It was a bad fall

My face hit the ice full on

I heard my nose break and felt many of front teeth shatter

But I wasn’t going to stop

Stenchka wanted to see me skate, and skate I would

I was bleeding quite a lot

I struggled up and started again

Two strides later I fell

Backwards this time

I felt my skull split when it slapped the ice

More blood, some dizziness

I may have been unconscious for a moment, I’m not sure

I looked back at Stenchka

She was smiling

Watching me with her dead puppet eyes

Where she was from I didn’t know

She didn’t talk a lot

Maybe from the Middle East, maybe from Eastern Europe

God I loved her

People were screaming and pulling their children off the ice

There was a lot of blood

I kept trying…just one lap

I fell again

My arm was twisted behind my back when I went down

It broke and I felt the bone break thru the skin

I cried out

I focused hard and waved to Stenchka

She mouthed the words

‘Skate my love, skate’

I stood one last time

I was hardly aware of where I was or who I was

I just wanted to skate for Stenchka

I must have fallen again, as my leg is in a cast now

My jaw has been wired shut, and I have metal pins in my arm

I never saw her again

As quick as she appeared in my life

She disappeared

But I’ll remember her

Her crazy laugh that sounded like a blender just before it breaks down

Her lighting quick temper and her tiny paw like hands

I just wish I hadn’t tattooed Stenchka on my neck

I think that may have been a bit premature

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