The Spots

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SCRUB… “Not so hard, you’ll scrub off my skin”

If it took away the rash and the illness he did not care
Those damned spots of death and sick were everywhere
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His beloved and making her pale

The oatmeal did nothing but to relax and make her feel weary
The ointment only masked the death upon her blonde head so dreary
He felt the end was near, but would not bare her leaving him so abruptly
Only two days after the






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The spots…
THE DAMNEDABLE
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Grew everywhere!

In remission and out
On again
Off again
On again
Shuffling loose her mortal coil
“Marie…Marie… what is to be done?
Our life only begun…
Yours so close to done…”
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Mourning he sat in their kitchen and looked at the wall

So clean, so neat, so blank and so very sterile
Sterile… sterility…bleached bone white
But THERE!
There on the wall
There was an accursed
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He cursed and spat
And turned the table over
“love….love…”
The fallen angel rose from her crypt
“love… tell me what is wrong”
“tell me what is your trouble, and allow me to help”
Feebly touched his arm, and slid her cold skeletal fingers
Into his fleshy warm hard
“The spots… they won’t go away! They poison you!
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“all will be well… that spot there…
She pointed weakly “will go away with ammonia”

His eyes flashed W    I     D    E
“Go back to bed… you are not well.
“But I will make you well again. Come mourn.”

He picks up his bride,
She giggles and squirms and holds onto his tight
He sets her back into their bed “Good night…”
“vince… i love you, dear…” she falls silent
Inhale
Exhale
Inhale
Cough
Cough
Gasp
Wheeze
Exhale
Inhale

Her breathe always shallow and quiet
His breathe always hard and deep
He leaves the house
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A C R O S S the bridge
To the store
For a quick midnight chore
4 of those, 2 of these, 16 bottles of Ammonia is all he needs
  
Back to the house he sits and waits

The sunrises, and the morning murder caws
“Love wake-up… time to make you well”
“yes dear…make the spots quell”
“Cover your eyes. Keep them tight.”
“Ammonia will burn them, alright?”



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“mmmmm… what is that smell....
“it makes me feel unwell

Vince nodded and scrubbed
Marie felt green, and passed out in the tub

The spots
Two disappeared

Vince stopped and pulled his love from the bloody water
Marie coughed and shook “… thank you love… you take good care of me.”
She smiles, but knew she felt worse.
The look on her love’s face… her beloved nurse…

Marie itched
Marie Twitched

Her skin crept
Her eyes wept
The pain
This unbearable brooding pain
The ammonia
The two missing spots

She picked and poked at the holes,

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Vince walked in to check
Marie smiled
“What is wrong Marie?”
“o… i had a bad dream. Do not fret, i am getting
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As weeks fell of the calendar
The ammonia and blood mixture became part of the air
Her knee become bloody and raw and bandage sown
Then became shiny plastic bone.

Her elbows worn down to show off their blue grey joints
Vince marveled at his work
The spots
All those spots
The death and sickness
Had finally began to
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“You should be well by spring… by the 5th of May…your birthday”
“if you say, then it shall be. i love you… your good care makes me well”
Marie knew
The 5th of May
May never come
The ammonia and his care
They were killing her
How could she tell her Vince
That she would one day
Just decay away?


Marie lingered on
In her hidden
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She smiled and said “i feel better because of your care. you breathed life into my dim lights.”

Marie felt no pain towards the end.
Her leg bones fully exposed.
Her left foot missing
Her arms bared no flesh
Just sheer ligaments
Her bones were white, and shined like plastic

Vince to blinded with love for his wife
The only human who ‘u  n  d  e  r  s  t  o  o  d’
His only reason to carry on
Never u  n  d  e  r  s  t  o  o  d
How far gone she was

It was the fifth of May
Marie could no longer walk or move on her own
Crippled by love
Wounded by his tender care
Her hair was all gone
Her eyes had dissolved
The Ammonia had done its job
It removed the s
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Vince walked in the bedroom
To see his bride
To greet her good morning
To say “I love you, and Happy birthday”
To his horror he found Marie
But not his Marie
It was her

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in their bed

“THE SPOTS! THE SPOTS! THEY KILLED HER”
He screamed


How?
They had all
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A cold chill ran down his spine
The spots had never disappeared…
They had
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They were on the wall
They were on the bed
They were on the floor
They were on her skeleton
They were
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Vince couldn’t breathe
He couldn’t scrub the spots clean
The ammonia had failed him
Marie had failed him
Would he see her again?

The S p O t S

Maybe he could hold her in eternity
Never felt her warm touch
    Marie… to toped on a lie

Marie…
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The sin remains
The bathtub stays stained
The bedding covered in decay
Love rotting away



Steel from iron
Guilt from love
Death from disease
Sickness from the cure

Feelings…
l.i.n.g.e.r.i.n.g
From the love letter
Found at the bottom of the chamber

“One more spot couldn’t make anything worse”
“The one ammonia couldn‘t make come clean”
“I loved you Marie”

B A N G!
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