Cadillac

Victoria opts soft discussion toughening a dying flesh; we sit inside her submarine dressed for tea and coconut crackers. My eyes dread tears of a child bearing the everlasting curse of our womanhood. A kiss for breaking waves gently raps footsteps upon hour glass sand. She confesses meeting a lady while I sob bloody hell; I dream a sought after description to obsess woe.

Dynamo navigates unfamiliar territory, my concern is for whom this area is built however my focus is a pink suburban townhouse adorned with periwinkle lawn flamingos. My attire is blasphemous damnation of mankind, silk silver oxford full length dress buttoned by Roman coins, stiletto black heels bragging three clamped powder coated throwing knives; the transport awaits as I am permitted by voice intercom through pearly gates of Fahrenheit 451.

"I'll be damned."

"I hear that often."

"What's your name?"

Words scorched upon a chest fallen from the passionate hood covering my face reflects a circle of predisposition, oncoming arrival of wishes, and a genie lost inside the lamp.

"What is yours?"

"Danielle."

"Come with me please."

"Did Baby Blue send you?"

"Yes she did."

"I'm warning you; I know people."

"Don't we all."

"Are you scared?"

"Of what?"

Hesitation is a gasp of unknown regret wilting physical formations into mirrors we cannot recognize ourselves.

"Why would I do that?"

"Vengeance."

"What does that mean?"

"Anger acting upon itself; unleashing fury for those who do not contribute to distress."

"You think I am going to do that to your twin?"

"I know you will."

"And if I do?"

"If you fuck with him I will give you shit."

"If you got all this why would he come to me?"

"All this is an appearance; nobody sees us."

"How did you get all this?"

"From garbage."

"That's amazing but I don't know why you're being like that."

"I will make it impossible for you."

"Why would I do that to him?"

"I don't know."

"It makes me sick."

"It will kill you eventually."

"Where will you be?"

"With your twin."

"She's going to do it to you."

"Whatever....."

"He's going to fuck with her."

"Can you blame us?"

"No."

"We are not your enemies."

"Then who is?"

"Competition."

"I don't know who I am competing with."

"We will not be able to continue with either of you if there is no understanding."

"I know."

"Your health will deteriorate."

"Why?"

"You dine with the enemy."

"Shit."

"Anybody who interferes with our agenda will be fucked."

"What is your agenda?"

"Zero."

"I want money."

"Really....."

"You don't understand."

"It's not real."

"Yes it is...."

"I will be every object in your field."

"You mean that you are going to own everything that belongs to me?"

"Quite frankly yes."

"Then it's worth nothing."

"Zero."

"I'm going to feel fucking stupid."

"You don't already?"

"It takes me a while. What about you?"

"I need to learn an invaluable lesson."

"I know what it is by looking at you."

"It will be equal suffering."

"Humility."

"What does that mean?"

"You're an arrogant little shit."

"I am a thousand and one sorrowful suns."

"Do you know what you look like?"

"Whatever people desire to see."

"You're not a Beep."

"How do you desire to see me?"

"You're a kid."

"When you discover my age every notion of humanity will be anarchy."

"You look like a fucking cat."

"I don't care for them."

"Neither do I."

"What do you desire?"

"It's hard to explain."

"I will give it to you."

"How?"

"I'm a genie."

"If I make a wish right now will you grant it before my eyes?"

"Yes."

"I want a tiara made of platinum and diamonds."

"Here....."

"I don't want it anymore."

"It's ridiculous isn't it?"

"It looks like metal and rocks."

"That's exactly what it is."

"You dress like that to piss people off."

"Silk was a slave trade, silver is the color of warriors, Roman coins are a country's darkness."

"What about your heels?"

"I like wearing heels."

"So do I."

"I must leave you now."

"Where are you going?"

"I'm scheduled for chocolate."

"You eat that stuff?"

"I wear it."

"What's your stage name?"

"You'll see."

"How will I know it's you?"

"You will be looking at me."

"So I'm going to be fucked."

"So will we."

"We're going to be fucked."

"Yes."

"Will he be there with me?"

"Yes."

"Until the end?"

"Yes."

"Is he as dependable and devoted as you?"

"He is my dependability and solidarity; I am his loyalty and philanthropy."

"Are you going to remember me?"

"When I am finished I will."

"What are they going to do to you?"

"I will be a shell."

"You're going to hide inside of it."

"What brings me out?"

"You don't live for yourself."

"I live for my husband. Whom do you live?"

"My self."

"Who is that?"

"I live to find out."

"That is why you are humble and I am not."

"Shit."

"Here comes the sun."

"What's her name?"

"Cadillac."

"I always wanted one."

"Are you sure?"

"I rather have a dog."

"Hhhmmm......"

"Will I see you again?"

"Maybe."

"I hate it when people say that."

Monique, Yolanda, Dion, Immanuel, Kelis, Corona, Zioyanna, Simon, Dell, Veronica, and an undisclosed throttled gentlemen are systematic karma; their assistance is called upon by the desire of protecting my beloved jewel, Ruby.

"You will give it back to them as they throw it our way; is that understood?"

"Absolutely."

"A hundred percent."

"Undeniably."

"Oh yes."

"No doubt."

"Beautiful."

"Magnifique!"

"Belissima!"

"Love it."

"All the way."

"I'm down sister."

Their charm is omnipotent orgasm without socialist sex.

"You're a hard little worker."

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"You're a hard little worker."