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Episode 128 – Him

There was a guy.
I saw him once 
and fell in love.

I was young,
but not so young
I didn’t know.

I pushed a guy
down the stairs for him.
He could’ve died,

but he didn’t,
and the other guy
asked me out,

cuz he thought 
it was cool 
that I took up for him.

I danced with him,
swaying hips, bare belly.
He said I was beautiful.

My sister
called me a slut
and I ran away.

His former girlfriend
called me a slut
and I grabbed her 

by the hair.
We rolled around 
on the ground.

My sister started 
to tell the guy off,
but caught his scent

and started sniffing him too.
There was something
about the guy,

a smell, a spell
something that made
all the girls go limp.

My sister told lies
to keep me away
while she swooped in

and taught him math.
You know, one plus one
and all that.

I saw them
in a geometric position
and ran away.

Our friends say 
it’s not love,
but magic.

We only know
we’d give our lives
for this boy,

or take someone’s
if they thought to 
wrong him.

My sister took 
a rocket launcher
to high school

to put a hole 
in the principal
in his name.

I lay down
on the railroad tracks
to express my devotion.

My sister saved me 
from the train 
because she still loved me too.

And two friends 
nabbed the jacket 
that gave the boy his power, 

as love fell away
just like it never was.
I felt a fool, but

my sister reminded me
that one day I’ll be 
a fool for real love.

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Episode 127 – Selfless

Stab me in the chest
and I’ll survive
because that’s what I do.

Don’t try to save me.
I’m through with anger,
ready to sacrifice. 

Sometimes there’s no cure
for the harm between us.
She turns to vengeance.
He turns to hope.

Still in love.
Still devastated by love.

There’s no cure.
Maybe nothing
left to cure.

For the first time
she knows she 
must be alone.

Walk away,
bleeding.
Don’t follow.

Finally, he turns.
She moves on.
The only way it can go.

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Episode 116 – Hell’s Bells

Waiting for the ceremony on his wedding day, he thinks of what their life might be – comfort and kids and time to play.  

They met at a revenge party.  She was making some man pay for his indiscretions (she was a demon back then).  

Later, when she was forced to give it all up and become human, she saw valor in masculinity for the first time in over a thousand years, because while he was flawed, he was a good man.  

He found her quirky and blunt and sometimes overly attached, but he fell in love with her charm and her honesty and the way she felt in his arms.  

Despite her powerful past, she was ordinary now, and that matched how he saw himself. So he asked her to join him for a life removed from heroics and hell dimensions – at least as much as any marriage can avoid such pitfalls.

They planned a beautiful wedding, filled with family and friends.  Her family had horns and flippers, but were a pleasant enough lot.  His were misogynists and drunkards and he remembered how they made him feel less than human.  

Just before the ceremony on his wedding day, a man appears with visions of his future – a wife who resents him, children who hate him.  He sees his bride grow old and sad as he becomes bitter and mean, drinking more and more, working less and less.

He sees none of the good parts, only how it goes wrong – how he’ll cause her much pain, how she’ll wish she never met him.  How her face will reflect a canvas of misery that, on one brutal day, he’ll slam with a frying pan.  

His beautiful bride!  How can he marry her knowing what a hideous husband he’ll become? So he flees into the rain to wash away his sins, but they stick to him like genetic material, birthed deep inside, as much a part of him as the dark of his hair or his love of cartoons.  

When he returns to tell her he’s no good, she comforts him, explaining that his visions weren’t real, but rather payback from one she’d wronged in her demon days, come back to spoil her beautiful day. 

But the groom cannot be comforted, believing the only way to save her is to never marry her at all.  To leave her now will cause a pain less savage than sixty years of togetherness. 

He drops her hand and backs away.  He leaves her on her wedding day.  Beautiful and bleeding, she strolls the aisle alone, her heart spilling out in tendrils, her beauty stained and torn. 

Weary of her own unhappiness, she returns to her vengeance career, bringing misery to men who break women’s hearts – something she was good at and knew would never leave her feeling so alone.