Within every woman lies a mythical beast. She portrays herself in a wrap of human clothing. The flesh is an illusion. Their hidden treasures include a path to Hades. A rather rambunctious sojourn and longer than any ride should be.
I raise a glass. My bar patrons are rather oblivious to me. The rest of the world is oblivious to them. I feel ambivalent. I should feel drunk. I suspect my glass is defective. Maybe ice has devoured the alcohol.
I cast my weary eyes to the barmaid. Even brooding, they mock me. I suspect last time may tip was insufficient.
“Bitch.” I lose the words.
She didn’t notice. She does smile…
I’ll celebrate her hearing me. My glass gives up the party quickly.
The ice melts but I spy creatures inside. They must be female. Chimera, Griffin, Thunderbird, Manticore, Roc. They all suck the life out of me. But maybe the worst of all awaits me at home. She’s a hydra. Spit out of the sea….straight from the gates of Hades. Explains the icy salt water in the veins.
I will have another. Maybe three more. I need to gather my thoughts. I hoped the alcohol would help. Divergence rules the memory. It protects me. I hide from the facts. Darkness is the cloak within me.
The clock draws slow. I wait watching the treachery of the she beasts. A look for a drink. Boring conversation.. two drinks. We wait for them to get desperate. They prey on our souls. Chewing and demolition of the heart, not enough.
Nervousness hits like a wave. My phone lights up. It’s her. My head hits the bar.
“Dear God!” I scream.
The whole bar looks at me.
I look at the phone.
She has three heads. She has three heads.
I used a machete. It was a clean cut. I saw it sorta roll to the floor. It was over.
She really is a hydra.
‘I’ll be waiting for you’