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My Violent Heart

Posted on April 22, 2007
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He was screaming like he needed to be heard over a raging fire or an incoming tidal wave. It was past three in the morning and the city was much, much quieter than normal. She couldn’t say she understood why he did it but she liked how it made her feel.

“What the hell is wrong with that boy?” That’s what people liked to ask. She didn’t actually know that they liked to ask it but they sure asked that question a lot so she assumed that they liked asking it. It’s not like any of them was really looking for an answer. They just liked the sound of their own voices when they asked the question.

She watched him from the passenger seat as he did his thing, lit only by the headlights of the car and whatever streetlights were still working. From her seat it was like watching a widescreen movie. The windscreen framed his actions and her leading man was performing for her benefit.

One more minute…

“I don’t care who knows it! I love her! I love this girl! I want everybody to know it, damn it! She’s mine and I love her!”

The warm feeling was making the skin on the back of her head crawl. She loved that feeling. It matched the feeling she got down there when he was making love to her. Sometimes, when the skin on the back of her head began to crawl she tried to stay in the moment, to give in to it, until the feeling on top was match by the feeling down there. For a few seconds she didn’t know where she was, or which way was up.

Not right then though. She needed to keep her eyes open. She needed to watch him. He was on his knees now so she had to crane her neck to be able to see him. His fists were balled and he was winding up for the big finish.

“She is the most beautiful girl in the world! And she is mine! She is better looking than all the cows asleep in your beds! I won! I got the most beautiful girl in the world!”

The light that came on in the window on the fourth floor drew her attention. She needed to reposition herself so that she could continue to see the whole picture.

Too far.

Another light, across the road, third floor.

“You’re having sex with animals while I make love to an angel!”

Second floor. Perfect!

A pot-bellied man stuck his head out and bawled, “People are trying to sleep you fucking junkie. Get lost.”

Her boyfriend stood up and faced the demon in the window, his own face glowing from the reflected light of a nearby street lamp. His expression was neutral, sanguine even. And then with a grimace and a growl he threw the rock he was carrying in his right fist. The pot-bellied howler’s window shattered into a million pieces.

As the demon howled in fright her knight rushed over to the car, jumped in and they drove off into the night with screeching tires laying rubber on the concrete. But not before he’d kissed her like he really meant it.

Isn’t love grand!

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